Six years ago, I was adjusting to motherhood for the first time during Diabetes Blog Week, and one of the post prompts was to write about a day in the life with diabetes. My day in the life was flanked on all sides by figuring out what to do with a newborn, so I chronicled that. And just before my…
Day in the Life of a New (Old) Mom … with Diabetes.
Diabetes and Family, Diabetic Mommy, Real Life Diabetes… he’s definitely not the Kraken. That nickname will never stick because so far, our littlest friend is mild mannered. He’s more Clark Kent than Kraken. (Mixing my superheroes and myths this morning; feel free to blame the sleep debt and my attempt to repay it with caffeine.) But he’s home, and even though he’s a sweet boy, he’s still…
Our kitchen table has four chairs, and for several years, we had our family of three at the table for four. But three chairs filled felt right at the time. Except when it didn’t. A few years ago, that fourth chair became this thing for me, like it should have A Person for it. There was a feeling that someone was…
(Edit: I had originally written “naval gazing” instead of “navel gazing.” Thus illustrating the point of this post, which is that my mind is quickly becoming mush. Thanks, Bobby, for the edit. 🙂 ) It’s week 35 of this fetus party. All I have left to give are bullet points. My stomach moves. Often. To be more precise, it’s my…
Ten weeks left until the little man arrives, which means I’m in the third trimester and ready to fast forward through the summer. FAST. FORWAAAAAAAAARD!! Swelling. So far, so good. I don’t have any swelling to speak of, which is a far cry from my first pregnancy, when I was in StayPuft mode starting around 28 weeks and stayed there…
I just needed fifteen minutes, after fifteen grams of carbs. “I can’t go with you, because I need to eat something else and wait for my blood sugar to come up. You guys can go without me and come right back, if you want?” The sentences sounded soft and measured. Sure, go for the bike ride around the neighborhood, dear daughter…
Beets haven’t always been top-of-preference for my palette. I read somewhere that people either love the taste of beets or think they taste like dirt, and I used to be in the latter camp. But these days, beets are most desirable and I am looking for a calendar dedicated entirely to them, preferably wearing suspenders … and only suspenders. Problem is,…
Today I’m excited to be traveling to the Las Vegas JDRF TypeOneNation event (and hanging out with Sara…aaah), so while I’m in transit, Meredith Pack has offered to jump in with a guest post. Meredith writes (at her leisure) over at With a Side of Insulin and is currently pregnant with twins. She and I share the same due date…
Dear Baby, Six years ago, I gave birth to your sister. It was the most incredible moment of my life, and up until recently, she’s been my top-notch, absolute favorite person in the world. “But wait … now I’ll be your favorite because I’m your first, and my brother will be your favorite because he’s your last,” interrupted Birdy, who…
While traveling for IDF’s World Congress this week (#wdc2015), I’m missing my little one. Which is why I’m looking back at some posts that feature my little Bird, because she cracks me up … and also because she’s a supportive member of my diabetes team. Today, I’m revisiting a post about a low blood sugar, the word “NO,” and a…
A Matter of Apologies.
Blood Sugars, Diabetes and Emotions, Diabetes and Family, Diabetic Mommy, Psychosocial Support, Relationships“I was low. I was frustrated because of the low blood sugar. I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” and I can tell she means it by the look in her friendly, brown eyes. I used to be very terrible at saying, “I’m sorry.” I would hold on to frustration and anger in a way that was not good for me or anyone…
I had just buckled the girls into their car seats and was ready to make the drive home from day camp, and as I turned the car on, I reflexively grabbed my Dexcom receiver to take a peek at my blood sugars before I started driving. Shit. 68 mg/dL with an arrow straight down and a blood drop signaling a…