Things I Learned My First Year as a Diabetic Mommy.
Things I learned during my first year as a mommy with diabetes:
- Not all women with diabetes have c-sections. I did, but it doesn't make me the rule. C-section deliveries are the exception.
- A pregnancy with diabetes, even well-controlled diabetes, can have its share of complications. This does not mean I failed.
- I quickly learned to stash fruit roll ups in the couch cushions for breastfeeding lows.
- Writing my blood sugar level on the bags of pumped breast milk helped instill the confidence that my blood sugar level didn't affect the quality of my milk.
- Carrying the car seat against my hip can accidentally bolus my pump.
- So can sticky little baby fingers.
- When she has to wait while I treat a low blood sugar, it makes me hate diabetes so intensely that my eyebrows hurt from furrowing them.
- Test strips on the floor aren't a big deal until she tries to eat them.
- Bottles of glucose tabs make for the best impromptu rattles.
- I didn't realize she was able to pull my pump from my hip and crawl off with it until I felt the site pull loose.
- Between the baby bag, the diabetes supplies, and "regular life" stuff, I am bound to leave something behind. But so long as that "something" isn't me or her, we're fine.
- While I don't always know the lyrics, I do know the tune. And I'm like the Wayne Brady of makeshift mommy lyrics.
- I've never, in my life, had such in-depth discussions about poop and blood sugar numbers, all in the same breath. ("Dude, she's taking a massive crap right now, but I'm 50 and I need to grab some juice. Can you take this hit?")
- Going to the beach is hard when you bring two kids under six months of age. (This summer should be easier. RIGHT? Please God.)
- I wasn't prepared for how sad I would be to pack up her too-small clothes, but I felt so proud to buy her first sippy cup.
- I've never ordered so much crap online in such a short 365 day span.
- Going gluten-free for the first year was doable enough to encourage us to maybe aim for a few more months.
- And in the last twelve months, I've learned to be very comfortable, and unflappable, about my decisions on how to parent my child.
- When she slept through the night and her diaper was soggy, I thought, "She slept through the night!" and not "Does she have diabetes?"
- Gluten-free crackers taste nice. Gluten-free pasta is not so nice.
- Nothing entertains her more than my Dexcom receiver. She likes the beeps, the lights, and the plastic gel case. It is the ultimate tantrum deterrent.
- Baby Mum Mums are delicious. There. I said it.
- Working from gave me the pleasure of not missing a moment of my baby's first year, time to safely manage new motherhood and diabetes, and instilled a true appreciation for "time to myself."
- After twelve months, the laundry is still adorable but the diapers are less so. (Nothing to do with diabetes. But her clothes are cute overload in the dryer.)
- Being her mom makes me want to have the nicest A1C ever, so I can be around to bug her for a long, long time.
My first year as a mom has taught me a tremendous amount - more than one blog post could ever cover - and I learn more about my kid (and my marriage and myself and spit up and toys that require 15 batteries and have a cleverly-hidden off switch) every day. Also, my daughter and I owe you guys a big THANK YOU for spending the last year answering questions/quelling fears/tolerating emotional outbursts/being kind as I made this transition.
So this is what I've learned. BUT. I've yet to learn how to install the car seat base on my own. Which makes Chris my hero. :)