The girls and I went into Manhattan to the Central Park zoo with a friend, and ended the day with dinner at Korea Town. It was a long day and we were all exhausted and ready to get home. We had schlepped quite a few bags all over the city and our dear friend graciously carried my heavy backpack for most of the day, which included EA's Diabetes supply bag. We parted ways at the train station at Herald Square and I took back the back pack. When our train finally came, we boarded and sat down. Just as the doors were closing, my oldest daughter, EL jumped up and started banging on the train doors and yelling, "our bag, our bag!" I jumped up in time to see our backpack still sitting on the train platform seat, while our train quickly gained speed. Cue wailing children in a crowded train hysterical over the loss of their new summer sandals and EA's D-bag. I was glad I had my morning Bible reading and prayer time, because I know God's grace helped me to stay calm during the next 2 hours.
We crossed over to the uptown train at the next stop, went back to the station, hoping the bag was still there. However, I knew it might not be there, since it would look like a suspicious bag and be turned in to police, or it would be stolen. The girls had calmed down, but when they realized the bag wasn't there, they started to wail again. For my oldest, I think it was a taste of reality that not everyone does what is right and bad things do and can happen. We found two very big and gruff looking NY Police Officers who were amazingly kind and helpful to us. They spent over 30 minutes helping us look over the platform, in garbage cans for discarded items and tracking down the cleaning crew. During this time, the children continued to cry and people slowed down to stare at us as we stood speaking with the policemen. This might have been the only time I was glad EA had high Blood Glucose, because I had no testing supplies, no juice, sugar and was an hour away from home. I was very very glad she was wearing the Dexcom on her body, yet another reason I'm glad I don't tuck it into my purse or backpack.
I did a detailed lost and found report with the NY transit, but the only identifying item in our backpack and Diabetes supply bag was the newest copy of Diabetes Forecast. So, I am in the process of replacing the supplies in the bag and the bag itself and I will have a nice big ID within that new bag. My children have calmed down and gotten over their aversion to riding the train. Despite the inconvenience of losing the bag and supplies and shoes, it could have been much worse. EL could have dashed out of the train and been separated from us or she could have been harmed in the train doors. My purse, wallet and ID could have been stolen, or EA's BG dropped without sugar and glucagon to bring it up. We are thankful for the blessings in the midst of the difficult night, including the kindly NY Police officers. In the meantime, we continue to discuss ways to be safe in NYC and how to be careful with people but also kind and helpful to those who need help. I now carry a spare juice in my purse should we be separated from our D-bag.
How do you prepare for emergency situations? Here's to a safe summer for all D-families! :)


