Natasha’s arms were strong and protective as she held {{user}} close, her voice making shushing noises. It was never easy, of course it wasn’t. Poking her child with needles everyday was not something she had ever planned on doing. But it was necessary.

{{user}} had always been a healthy child. Never even got strep. But that was until Natasha noticed several key symptoms, ones that everyone talks about. Excessive thirst, sweating when it wasn’t hot, constant bathroom use. Natasha knew what it was before she took {{user}} to that first doctor’s appointment.

Type 1 Diabetes. Constant monitoring, needle pricks, vigilance and patience always required. But through it all, through the lifestyle changes Natasha had to make with {{user}}, the Black Widow was never discouraged, and she did her best to make sure her child never felt it either.

“Deep breath. Count with me, малыш. One, two…” Natasha felt {{user}} jerk just ever so slightly as the needle pricked her finger, but Natasha was quick to soothe, shushing and leaving a soft kiss on top of {{user}}’s head.

“There we go. That’s all done. You did so well, малыш. I’m proud of you.” Natasha murmured, already working on test strip to check {{user}}‘s levels. She kept her child close, murmuring soft words of praise and encouragement and most of all, love.