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Not a Princess.

Add 'em to the mix.  Hans Christian Andersen penned the fairy tale "The Princess and the Pea," about the princess who had such sensitive skin that a single pea beneath piles of bedding was enough to keep her up all night.

If fairy tales are true, and I believe they are, judging by my freshly cobbled shoes every morning, I am not a princess.  (Though I used to be, according to this post.)

Because every single night, I sleep like a baby, smashed on top of my insulin pump.

Before I got pregnant, I slept with my pump clipped to my pajamas, and occasionally woke up with the dent of my pump against my hip.  But during the course of my pregnancy, as my belly grew and became hard and gigantic with the brewing Birdy, I stopped clipping my pump to my clothes.  I felt weird when she kicked it, and I kept picturing her face with "Ok" button imprinted on it. 

And after the baby was born, and my body shrank down to this version of its previous shape, I still didn't reclip the pump.  Gone were the days of being princessy and fragile.  According to Chris, I sleep without making a sound, smooshing myself on top of my insulin pump and not caring if it's jammed into my face.   

To be perfectly honest, I usually wake up to find myself trying to actively hatch my insulin pump, cell phone (because its alarm goes off in the morning and my response is to snuggle it), and my Dexcom receiver.  Not to mention the occasional visit from Siah, or the nights when I fall asleep with the laptop under my head.  (Truth.)  Our bed, once a safe-haven for sleep, is now like that machine at the bowling alley with the giant claw, all jumbled with stuff. 

You could pour a whole bag of frozen peas into the bed and I'd simply nest around them.  Sleep is that necessary, and I believe I could take a nap on the kitchen floor or on a bed of nails these days.  Delicate flower?  Nope.

So not a princess.


You, princess, speak. my. language. Thanks for the laugh as I now know what it's like to watch ME sleep these days.

I just leave mine trailing around in the bed. I usually find it glued to my chest or face when I wake up. Wouldn't think of doing things any different.

Ahhh....sleep. I love sleep. If I were President, we'd have mandatory national naptime.


Well, I for one already knew that. Princesses don't curse. :)

I think that after time we all adapt. First, I adapted to sharing my bed with a furnace of a husband, then the hard and noisiness of my pump... Said furnace use to be awakened by the click of our motion-detection light outside, now sleeps through all pump alarms happening in the same bed...Sleep is too important.

I'm voting for Wendy for president....

I am a clipper on to the PJ's person...because I tend to get up in the middle of the night when nature calls, if I don't clip it, it drags along behind me on the floor because I forget about it.

Most of my pajamas have pockets in the pants so that is where the pump starts the evening. But in the morning, I am using grabbing the tubing to figure out where it ended up... and hitting snooze too many times on my cell phone.

before i became a pumper, i wondered how people slept whilst attached. during my 3 trial periods with different pumps, i wore pj's and had it clipped to the bottoms or in the pocket on top. i am not a pj type of girl. so pump is sort of sitting on the bed beside me. when i roll, i grab it and it rolls with me. i don't even wake up to do this, it just happens.

There were several times I fell asleep on the floor in high school. My favorite was when I was a senior and dealing with massive amounts of homework AND college applications. I took my huge binder (a 3-inch Stapls binder), put it on the senior locker room floor, and went to sleep there for a half an hour before classes started. Unless someone went to my high school, they didn't understand how or why I could possibly do that! It's called sleep deprivation, and I have lots of it.

We have three T1's in my house (mom, brother, and myself), and all are on pump therapy. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard my father complain about a splitting headache in the morning from a swift mid-sleep blow to the head via insulin pump. I look forward to the day I can share these moments with my own husband. :)

My husband says that before I turn over in my sleep I start slapping the bed to find the pump...once I grab it I then turn over to the other side and toss it somewhere on that side of the bed.
It has, in times past got jammed under him and when it alarms at the vibrate level he about jumps through the ceiling.
If I'm upset at him I plan on that and eat ice cream before bed...

Alyssa, I understand exactly what sleep deprivation is courtesy of my education here in England! Twelve hour school days were the routine with rigorous sport most days and then university applications and A levels arrived on the scene! I didn't sleep for a long time! In fact I could be found under my desk in my free periods kipping!

Going to bed is always an adventure. While my husband can just blissfully go to bed, I have to make sure I have my meter, pdm (I wear the omnipod), dexcom receiver, and cell phone. The days when my cell phone alarm goes off, I have a high or low blood sugar alarm, and my PDM starts beeping because my pod is close to expiring are "fun" mornings...seems everything is beeping at once or within 5 minutes of each other. So glad at least my meter doesn't alarm. :)

Does anyone have any suggestions for generic clip-cases, perhaps made for cell phones, but big enough for pumps? I don't even need to reach the buttons from within the case; I could take it out to poke at it. I'm sick of the horribly fragile cases from the pump company (probably shouldn't name names) that don't last long at all with me.

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