Conversations in the Dressing Room.
I pulled my pump out of the pocket of my jeans and clipped it to the neck of my shirt while I tried on pants in the dressing room. The shirt collar drooped a bit from the weight of the pump.
"Pump, mama?" asked my little bird from her stroller.
"Yes, baby. That's mama's pump. I had to stick it in there so I could try on these other pants." I zipped up the new pants and examined my reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah. Do you like these?"
She tilted her head, touching one of her pigtails to her shoulder, then nodded vigorously. "Mmmm hmmm. I do! Pump?"
"Sure, the pump goes right in this new pocket, like this," and I clipped my insulin pump to the pocket of the new pants.
"Nice, mama." She nodded in approval as I took the pants off to try on a dress. "Meh-sin?" she asked, pointing to the Dexcom sensor on my leg.
"Yup! That's my medicine. Goes with the blue thing. You are so smart!" I pulled the dress over my head hopefully, but Birdy shook her pigtails.
"Oh no, Mama!"
I looked in the mirror. "Oh no? Did you seriously just say 'oh no'?? That's not good. Maybe this isn't the right color; you make a salient point." I changed back into my "real clothes" and gathered up our belongings from the dressing room.
"Yeah, we should go eat. We're done trying on pretties. Do you want a snack? Mama wants a snack."
She patted my pump with her little hand. "Pump pretty."
In the littlest moments and the most subtle ways, she learns a little more about her mama's diabetes and teaches me how to see things a bit differently.