Getting Diagnosed: Part 2

My dad laid out a blanket in the back seat and set me on top. Again, I fell asleep. Honestly, all this sleeping felt amazing. When I woke up, my dad was carrying me to a hospital. When it was time for us to see the doctors, he set me on one of those uncomfortable beds that hospitals have. A nurse came in (don't ask me what her name was) and asked me what my name was. "Gracie," I mumbled. "Good," she said, "Can you tell me when you were born?" "Day after Christmas, 2003," I replied. Then she kept asking me questions like "How are you feeling?" or "Where do you hurt?" and stuff like that. When she was done, I'm pretty sure I fell asleep (You'll hear me say that A LOT). All I can remember after that is doctors coming in and out, putting that really uncomfortable inflatable thingy on my arm, asking me more questions (mostly "when is your birthday") and basically doing the same things over again. I remember that my mom would always look at me with a worried face, but then I would just give her a weak smile to let her know I was OK. And then I fell asleep. Then, I remember waking up in an ambulance for 10 seconds with my dad right by my side, then sleeping. Then I woke up again, and I heard an airplane, but I was inside of it. My dad was right next to me. I looked up, grabbed his hand, and smiled. Once again, I fell asleep. I don't remember this, but then they moved me to an ambulance. When I woke up, I had no clue where I was. I looked to my left, and once again, my dad was right there by my side. When I asked my dad, he said we were finally in the hospital. "Where's mom?" I mumbled. "She'll be here tomorrow," he said, and he grabbed my hand. I smiled back at him. And I realized that when I would have hard times, smiling actually convinced me that everything would be alright.

Me right before I was life flighted to Spokane.  My body went into ketoacidosis.
I was wrapped in blankets 'cause I was so cold.

The med crew getting me on the plane.