Today is part two of Ginger’s guest blog about the birth of her second little bird (part 1 is here). While this post takes a bit of a dangerous turn, things did work out okay! (And if you’re a woman with type 1 diabetes who has had babies, is curious about having babies, or wants to read about other people…
Guest Post: Giving Birth to Violet as a Woman with Type 1 Diabetes (Part 2)
Guest Diabetes Blogger, Infertility and PregnancyDiabetes Pregnancy: Now and Then, Part Two.
Diabetes and Family, Diabetes Complications, Diabetes Memories, Diabetic Mommy, Infertility and PregnancyWelcome to the continuation of Laddie’s pregnancy story, showing what pregnancy with type 1 diabetes was like back in 1979 and 1982. Today is a continuation of her story, with details about her sons’ births, the cost of care, and how diabetes did, and didn’t, play a role in bringing her sons into the world. For more about Laddie’s life…
Managing diabetes and pregnancy in 2010 and then again in 2016 was a lot of hard work, and my story is similar to so many moms in the diabetes community: a heavy focus on blood sugars, piles of doctor appointments, and dozens of tests for mom and baby. Today’s management of diabetes and pregnancy is very different than what was…
Oh my nine month old tiny person, You talk. Or at least you want to talk. All the time. ALL. THE. TIIIIIME. “Cahhhhh….t,” you whisper whenever the cats walk by, as you reach your hand out in an attempt to grab a puffy tail. “Caahh….t.” The T joins the rest of the word as an after thought, like you’re mumbling an…
To my Little Guy, Suddenly, you’re not so little. Over the last few weeks, you’ve growth-spurted in a way that’s made every plant in this house super jelly. Pajamas that once fit with room to spare are threatening to hulk out at the feet and your appetite is already edging towards the scary things that moms of teenage boys told me….
Was just 106 mg/dL. Tumbled fast to 40. Took minutes. Felt like seconds. Dizzy. Wait – get phone. Put the baby in his crib. He’s safe in there. Already drank juice – plenty of it – now wait wait waaaaaaaait. …. waaaaaaiting. Wall edges seem wiggly, like if I poked them they’d shudder like Jell-O. Baby is safely in the…
Little Guy, Six months old!! Is what you are. Indeed, six months ago you were all coiled up in my belly like a snake ready to strike into our lives, which sounds super violent but was more super exhausting and super cute than anything else. Hey, run on sentence, there you are. We’re at the point with you where we…
Mr. Guy Smiley, Hallelujah!!! You have started SLEEPING and it makes me want to hit the caps lock and sing your praises. Thank you, sweet boy, for finally deciding that nighttime is the best time to sleep. I don’t even care if you ever nap predictably during the day because you sleep at night. (Remind me I said that.) Your…
Diabetes’s needs are incessant. WAAH I need to have my blood sugar checked WAAH I need a snack WAAH the Dexcom sensor needs swapping WAAH what do you mean, reorder insulin WAAH chronic illness is forever WAAAAAAAAAAH. This disease whines and cajoles for attention all day long. Over the weekend, I stood at the bathroom counter changing my infusion set…
To my son, Good lord you are a cute little person. You make me stupid with your cute. (And I don’t care if I’m biased. I should be biased; I’m your mother.) I love your tiny hands and little toes and kissable nose and the consistent mohawk that your hair enjoys becoming. You started grinning back at us in the…
This whole mom thing is a little easier, in some respects, the second time around. And it’s simultaneously harder by a frigging long shot. It’s easier because my son’s arrival wasn’t as jarring as his sister’s. Going from no kids to one kid was like WHOA. Going from one kid to two kids was lowercase whoa. Chris and I are…