Hi - my son was diagnosed August, age 33 months. Everything got hurled out the window and fast speed and I look at me and my husband and our son now and there are days where I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and anger at the unfair randomness of diabetes. The first day I was home alone with him, after 8 days in hospital, He had a hypo and later managed to disconnect his pump. A friend arrived to find me on the floor crying and my toddling son patting my back saying "it's alright now mummy, I'm not sick now"...But the other day, we had a day where we baked biscuits, played in puddles, built train sets, visited grandparents and laughed a lot. The days are still hard, and the nigh harder as his levels go haywire with a tooth infection (surgery next week) and it can feel like there will never be normal again. What I realised in that day was that it was possible to see my son again, and not the diabetes. TRy and be gentle on yourself. And yes, I feel there needs to be more support for families at this stage too. Much love x