In the airplane safety manuals, they instruct you to, in the case of an emergency, put your oxygen mask on first, before assisting others with theirs. Makes sense. Can't help someone if you are in need of help, yourself.
Chris and I reference the "oxygen mask" all the time, mostly when I'm low. During the course of the pregnancy, I had some wicked lows that kept me from attending conference calls, making it to dinner meetings, and even just meeting a friend out for coffee. "I'm going to be late, but I need a few minutes. Oxygen mask, you know?" And Chris would nod, knowing that I was waiting until my blood sugar was stable before I headed out.
But as I wrote about yesterday, I'm in the middle of The Suck. Can't wrap my head around what I need to do in order to take care of myself, because I'm too overwhelmed with what my daughter needs. The baby learning curve is pretty steep, and both Chris and I being schooled on just a few hours of sleep. My baby is well-cared for, but my diabetes management has seen better days.
... so I guess my baby isn't as well-cared for as she could be. Because I'm trying to put her oxygen mask on while fumbling with my own.
Yesterday's post had some good ideas in the comments section, and I'm going to try and implement them going forward. Like the testing suggestion. I'm already testing my blood sugar before I feed the baby, so now I need to find other benchmarks in my day to assign testing to. I'm working off a mental "even numbers" schedule today, making sure that I test at all the even hours. I'm awake around 6:15 am every morning, so that means I get a 6 am fasting, and then a test every two hours.
Some other things I simply need to make part of the routine. So it becomes natural(ish). Like the Dexcom. That tool is extremely useful to me ... when I look at it. For the last 11 days, I had a sensor in and the Dexcom was working great, but I wasn't looking at it. The receiver would sit on the dining room table while I worked on my laptop and I'd barely pay it any mind. Then, one night when it was pinging because I was high, I turned off the high alarm so that it wouldn't wake up BSparl. Being the dingbat that I am, I left the high alarm off. For four days. WTF? What's the point of wearing the device when I'm not using it when I need it most? Today, a new sensor goes on and I'm determined to reset the alarms and to actually use the data. (Otherwise, what's the point?)
And then there's what Chris and I call "life stuff." Like remembering to call in my reorder for insulin to my mail order pharmacy. And then remembering to pick it up from the mail drop. Or remembering to throw a bottle of glucose tabs in my purse or the baby bag, or grabbing a back-up insulin pen, or making sure I have enough test strips in my meter case to get through the day. Maintenance. Life stuff.
But I can't do all this stuff at once. Baby steps, right? Today, I'll start with testing more frequently and rearming myself with the Dexcom. I threw a bottle of glucose tabs both into my purse and the baby bag this morning, and I called in my insulin reorder a few minutes ago. New bottle of test strips is floating around in my purse. Small changes that will hopefully make a big difference in how things roll out, diabetes-wise. Because the better care I'm taking of myself, the better care I'm taking of the little BSparl baby.
Oxygen mask, you know?