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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?”

“YES!”

Which is how my daughter and her friend ended up chasing their scrambled eggs with very, very, very small bites of wildberry glucose tabs.

Shiny and New.

You know how sometimes you want a haircut, or a new watch, or to paint the front door of your house bright pink because you can’t stand how everything has looked the same for so freaking long kind of thing?  The blog had become that for me.  And I wanted a new, bright pink front door.  Or, in bloggy-terms, I wanted a new site to pepper with content, one that didn’t require so much coding-by-hand and served as a better, brighter house for my nonsense.

So welcome to it!  My new home at Six Until Me – now with more white space.  And (hopefully) less muddled coding.  The posts from the last eight years (starting with Blogspot and moving into the Movable Type Age) are still available in the archives, and you can search for previously posted content there, but all new posts will live here.  I hope.  Unless I accidentally hit the wrong button somewhere during the content migration and the whole thing goes to crap.

Over the next week or two, there will be a few hiccups as the migration to new servers and [insert things I don't understand about DNS and file routing and ... stuff], but overall, I’m hoping for a smooth transition without me throwing-too-many-plates-in-a-fit-of-frustration.  Because the plates never go as far as I want and I end up frustrated because I throw poorly.

Digression over.  Welcome to my new digs.

But there will always be alt text.  ALT TEXT ... YARGH!!!!!

 

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