Hashtag Motherhood with Diabetes.
“What is that?” my daughter’s friend asked me from over her plate of scrambled eggs as I was watching the two kids for the morning.
Before I could answer, my kid piped up, “That’s her insulin pump. It has insulin in it.”
“Oh,” the other three year old answered, mouth full of eggs. “What’s it for?”
“It has my medicine in it, for diabetes. Remember?” I said, reminding my daughter’s friend of conversations we had at the beach over the summer, when she had previously asked me about my insulin pump.
“Yeah. Hey, what’s that tunnel?”
Birdy interrupted again: “That’s the tubing and it goes into her body and the insulin goes in the tube – insulin comes from a small bottle you cannot touch – and the tube is really squishy and Loopy likes to chase it,” and right on cue, the cat came leaping out of nowhere and batted at the pump tubing dangling between my hands as I primed my pump.
Both girls laughed. “LOOPY!!!”
Loopy twirled, burped, and scampered back into living room in a flurry of gray fur. The girls resumed breakfast, and I resumed prepping my new infusion set.
“Sometimes my mom has whoa blood sugars but most of the time we just eat the glucose tabs from the Glucose Tab Man and then it’s all better and we go back to playing with the dollhouse,” Birdy offered.
“What’s a glucose tab?” her friend asked.
“Oh, those are these!!” Birdy leapt down from her chair and ran off to grab one of the blue jars. “Sometimes mom lets me have a very, very, very small bite. Do you want a very, very, very small bite?”
Which is how my daughter and her friend ended up chasing their scrambled eggs with very, very, very small bites of wildberry glucose tabs.