Being a mom with type 1 diabetes isn’t something I think about often because, on the average, run-of-the-mill day, diabetes doesn’t influence the way I mom. (And as the mother of two very active kids, “to mom” is definitely a verb. We don’t sit still very often.) Being pregnant with type 1 diabetes was very intense and on the forefront…
Thoughts on Being a Mom with T1D
Diabetic Mommy, Psychosocial Support, Real Life Diabetes, RelationshipsThe Bright Side
Blood Sugars, Diabetes and Emotions, Diabetes and Family, Diabetes Complications, Diabetic MommyMy daughter, randomly, asked me what a seizure was. (Turns out someone had talked about it at school as a result of a student with epilepsy.) We talked about it, and then she asked if diabetes could cause seizures. She doesn’t ask me complicated questions about the longterm effects of diabetes very often (barring that one time she asked me, when…
My daughter, running commentary on an episode of Sesame Street that her brother is watching: “Who is that guy?” “ Nick Jonas. He has diabetes, just like mom does.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” She pauses for a long time, then: “He’s surprisingly into shapes.” You might also like: Pump Peelz Gift Card Winners! Pump Peelz Giveaway: Now with More Superheroes! Pump Peelz Giveaway…
For several weeks this summer, my daughter played in a competitive softball league. The whole tournament had my concern levels amped a little bit. Was she getting enough sleep? If not, was that why she was impossible to drag out of bed for 9 am games? It was so hot. She had to wear a lot of sunscreen. When they…
Parenting with Diabetes: Round Two
Diabetes and Family, Diabetic Mommy, Real Life Diabetes, Relationships“Pump! Pump, pump, pump! Pump, where are you?” It’s his siren call, yelled at full volume as my toddler forages around in my top trying to find my insulin pump. “Oh hi, pump! One … two … three!” and the buttons are pressed and the beeps are beeped and I’m constantly checking to make sure he hasn’t given me a…
Dear little man, So … monthly letters? I’ve kind of fallen off the wagon in terms of keeping up with those. But I have a good excuse: you. Kid, you are busy. You don’t sit still. You like moving. You laugh loudly and then run off while simultaneously escaping from your shirt and shoes (how do you do that?). And…
Bullet points? Yep. Easter came and went. We colored a few dozen eggs and now everyone in my home will be eating hard boiled eggs until we’re all old and wrinkly. Which I am becoming. My daughter asked me if I was mad, and I said no, and she said, “Oh good. Your forehead looked angry so I wanted to…
“Hewwo? Hewwo?” My little Guy thinks my insulin pump is a phone. A phone that I casually keep in my bra. You might also like: OMG MY PHONE. Emergency Plan. Phone Call Shuffle. Site Change
Today’s post is from 2015, back when Birdy was only five years old, when we were talking about the carbohydrate content of some foods and why her mom cares about odd things like this. * * * “So you can eat any food you wanted so long as it tastes like a pickle?” my daughter asked, looking…
“I’m going to change my pump really quickly while you’re finishing up in the tub,” I said to Birdy after rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. “Is that cool?” “Yeah,” she replied, grabbing a toy whale, plastic dinosaur, and Han Solo figurine out of the bath toy bin. “That’s cool.” “Glad I have your approval, Birdzone.” I took a…
To my tomato, A year ago today, I was driving up to Boston for another prenatal appointment to check on you. At 38 weeks and 2 days pregnant, a slightly spikey blood pressure was enough for the medical team at Beth Israel to decide that August 23rd would be your birthday. It was late in the afternoon when they prepped…
Hey there little Guy, “YEAH!” is your favorite word. You are a crawling affirmation of everything. You make me feel a teeny bit like I gave birth to Lil Jon. YEAH! “YEAH!!” All the time, from you. “YEAH!!” At the grocery store and in the car and at Grammie’s and when we pick Birdy up from camp. “YEAH!” While you’re…