tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31624011929874105872024-02-20T05:19:33.245-05:00My Sweet GirlThis blog is about caring for my 9 year old daughter who has diabetes.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-56049846393758534942011-06-16T09:14:00.000-04:002011-06-16T09:14:49.935-04:00How to celebrate??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Skyler and I set a goal after our last visit to the endo to try to have an A1C below 7. At that visit it was 7.4. The visit before was 7.9.<br />
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She was up for the challenge. <br />
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I told her that this was a long term goal and we may not reach it right away. Well, we just had a visit and her A1C was 6.9!! Hooray!!!!!!!! Now I hadn't thought about how to celebrate this accomplishment so I asked Skyler what she thought and she immediately responded "ice cream!" Hmmmmm seems a bit silly to celebrate a great A1C with a treat like ice cream, but she is a kid and she did deserve it so ice cream it was. Two Scoops, chocolate syrup, and rainbow sprinkles!!!my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-31881024642794934462011-06-08T13:57:00.000-04:002011-06-08T13:57:24.964-04:00Corn on the Cob<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4u-DMG6_uwCDRCiikLbGmUtNAJKE0OEQXeuhMCPCRK-eAaFFeFy-fBWo" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150px" id="-2nicefO6TYW4M:" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4u-DMG6_uwCDRCiikLbGmUtNAJKE0OEQXeuhMCPCRK-eAaFFeFy-fBWo" style="border-bottom: #ccc 1px solid; border-left: #ccc 1px solid; border-right: #ccc 1px solid; border-top: #ccc 1px solid; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: bottom;" width="200px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.learninghowtocook.com/site/images/recipeImages/0302097601051/corn%2520on%2520the%2520cob.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.learninghowtocook.com/recipe/760-Corn-on-the-Cob.html&usg=__2Ne6-SBlVS7PJ16tVcd1-VJ5B8Q=&h=300&w=399&sz=66&hl=en&start=13&zoom=1&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=-2nicefO6TYW4M:&tbnh=93&tbnw=124&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcorn%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcob%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4DKUS_enUS255US255%26tbm%3Disch&ei=hbbvTdfSG4rL0QGGo9nbAw" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a> It took me a while to master pizza, but I did after a good long time. Corn on the cob seems to be a tougher battle.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-43485478500321528112011-06-02T13:49:00.000-04:002011-06-02T13:49:31.198-04:00What is Hiding Behind Diabetes?I have been going through a tough time with diabetes lately. If you read my last post about guilt, that sums up the main reason for my recent sadness. I can usually pull myself out of D related sadness by being positive and finding the good hiding behind Diabetes. This time, for some reason, I am taking longer to snap out of it.<br />
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In trying to understand and sort out my feelings I turned to my best friend. She is someone who "gets it." She has two healthy, beautiful children and besides Skyler (her Godchild) she does not have any other experience with diabetes. Somehow she "gets it." You know what I mean. She understands how I feel, she understands how difficult diabetes is, she understands what my fears are and how they make me feel. Her and her husband often find themselves in situations where they discuss how Skyler would have to handle, whatever it is, in a different way. She is an advocate for Skyler. She is an advocate for me. She knows me so well and cares so much that she will talk me through my difficult time and then come back to me hours or days later with more advice because she has been thinking about it or researching it.<br />
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I find that most people don't "get it." Many people think they understand, but they don't really take the time to ask questions, or read about diabetes, or put themselves in our situation. I don't want to waste my time being angry with people who don't "get it." I would much rather put my time and energy being in awe of, and full of gratitude towards, those who do "get it." I am fortunate to have some of these people in my life.<br />
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I am always amazed by the understanding of my best friend, but really it simply comes down to the fact that she cares deeply for myself and my family. She has taken the time to think about our daily lives and because of that, can feel empathy. She pays attention when others are not. She is taking it all in and processing all of the little steps that Skyler and our family take to ensure her health and saftey. It matters to her. Skyler's health matters to her, Skyler's little girl feelings matter to her, and my feelings matter to her. She has also read about diabetes care and management as well as various blogs. She has taken the time to educate herself and to pay attention to myself and Skyler. <br />
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I should mention that her and I went to college together, moved to the same small town, married our husbands here, had our children here, and teach together here where our children go to school. Our families are like family, our children are growing up together and will forever have a special bond. Everything happens for a reason and I believe God put her here with me and made sure our paths met because I don't know what I would do without her.<br />
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I am working on pulling myself out of this funk.<br />
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As I am looking for the good hiding behind diabetes, I find an unbelievable friendship that many people never have the opportunity to experience. I will never take this for granted and I pray that when she needs me to "get it" that I will.<br />
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I hope all of you reading this have someone in your life who "gets it." God knows we all need at least one.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-31335877635230680512011-05-24T13:39:00.000-04:002011-05-24T13:39:36.126-04:00GuiltI am going through a new stage in the life of diabetes. I, lately, am overcome with guilt. I am putting this out there to the DOC because I wonder if this is common or if it is a feeling unique to me.<br />
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I am a runner, I practice yoga, and I have a nice social life with great family and friends. As a mother I think it is important to make time for myself and the things that are important to me. Taking the time to do things is not what makes me feel guilty. When I am away from my kids they are always in good hands with people that love them.<br />
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The guilt has been coming from somewhere else. I find myself getting angry at myself for doing things with ease that would be so hard for Skyler. <br />
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I run, sometimes pretty far, but I don't have to consider my blood sugar during my run. Running is something Skyler can do, but with more planning and prep, and it could prove to be dangerous.<br />
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I practice yoga, which would be fine for a diabetic, but lately I have been doing hot yoga (the room is heated to about 90 degrees). I love the class and I feel great after doing it - until the guilt sets in. Hot Yoga is something Skyler can do, but with a lot more planning and prep and it could prove to be dangerous.<br />
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I like to enjoy a few drinks with family and friends. Once again, something Skyler can do, but with more planning and prep and it could prove to be dangerous.<br />
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I feel guilty that I lived 32 years without the worry and stress of diabetes. She only lived three years with that privilege. I feel guilty that I was always athletic, and never for one second thought about how lucky I was to be able to do all that I have done with ease.<br />
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I feel guilty that my daily life; eating, sleeping, driving, etc. is so much less complicated than my child's life will ever be. Shouldn't that be the other way around!!!! That makes me feel guilty and so deeply sad.<br />
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Now she is old enough to know what my interests and hobbies are and to perhaps take an interest in some of the same things.This makes me wonder if it is unfair to be so active, and do so much, with such ease when everything will be so much harder for her.<br />
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Don't get me wrong. I will never stop her from doing anything and I will always help her figure out a way to do whatever it is she chooses. I just can't help feeling guilty that I don't have the same burden to bear.<br />
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When I question why God gave it to her and not me I tell myself, and have to believe, that there is a reason why and it has to be a positive reason because God doesn't make mistakes.<br />
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I have a very strong faith in God and amazing support from family and friends, but I still can't shake the guilt.<br />
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I have been through a variety of emotions attached to diabetes, but this is a new one, and is becoming a little overwhelming.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-26254996030702361872011-05-12T09:41:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:26:00.297-04:00Blog Week Day 4 By SkylerI could write a list of things I hate about diabetes that would be about a mile long, but decided to ask Skyler. Her first response was "everything" then I asked her to put a little more thought into it and here is what she came up with:<br />
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The Eight Things I Hate About Diabetes and Two Things That Make it Not So Bad<br />
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1. Checking my blood sugar when I am having fun.<br />
2. Having to take it (meter and PDM) everywhere with me.<br />
3. Checking every meal time and before I eat a snack.<br />
4. Having to drink so many juices.<br />
5. Changing my site ( the needle).<br />
6. Having to come out of the lake to check my blood sugar.<br />
7. Having to check my blood sugar in school.<br />
8. Having blood drawn once a year.<br />
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Two Things that are not so bad<br />
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1. Starburst<br />
2. Spending the night in Saratoga when I go to the doctor.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-38108575980274689372011-05-11T09:53:00.000-04:002011-05-11T09:53:29.524-04:00Blog Week Day 3: Two Bloopers<strong>Blooper #1 - This one could have turned ugly, but luckily did not.</strong><br />
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After a long day I was ready to crawl into bed when all of a sudden I hear beep, beep. I look at my husband and we are both confused. It can't be Skyler I just checked her, we don't have any alarms set, and we don't have a CGM. Hmmmmm. I lay back down. A few minutes later beep, beep. Now I get up and walk through the downstairs of the house and can't find anything beeping. One more beep, beep and it hits me like a ton of bricks!! It is her pump! I suspended it to make a settings change. Duh - what else would be continuously beeping! Did I mention that it had been a long day and I was very tired???<br />
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<strong>Blooper #2 - This one I do often (Skyler has been known to do it also)</strong><br />
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I bet most of you can imagine this........ rushing through a blood sugar check. There are a variety of reason this happens, I won't get into all of that. I always feel like a fumbling fool trying to balance the meter, put the strip in, open swab, clean hand, poke, squeeze the hand, suck up the blood, all while not dropping anything and trying to hurry up. Then it happens, blooper #2, I'm still rushing and I pull the damn strip out before the meter has read the blood sugar. Then I have to start the entire process over, so much for hurrying up.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-63645428449934741082011-05-10T15:21:00.000-04:002011-05-10T15:21:37.257-04:00Blog Week Day 2, Letter 2Dear Pharmaceutical and Medical community,<br />
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Please come up with an easier more efficient way of dosing glucagon. <br />
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Sincerely,<br />
A mother who is scared to leave her child anywhere without her in case she passes out and the person in charge (including myself) has a difficult time fumbling through the process of trying to give her a damn glucagon injection.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-63069046637709765212011-05-10T15:17:00.000-04:002011-05-10T15:17:39.632-04:00Dear Family and Friends: Blog week Day 2Dear Family and Friends,<br />
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To those both near and far I want to apologize if I seem distant. I am and I know that, but I have no choice really. The demands of diabetes combined with a job, a family, and some family fun time leave me very little time for anything else. I want you to know that I think of you all often. Those of you who are far away I have become very bad at staying in touch. I want you to know that it is not because I don't think of you, I do often. It is not because I have forgotten those years we spent together, I remember it all. It's not because I have a new life and you no longer matter, you do very much. <br />
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For those of you who are nearby I have the same apology. I can't always be there for you the way I used to be, but I try my best. I may miss events in your life, I don't want to, but it's not always possible for us to be there. If I seem more stressed out and not as laid back as I used to be, it's because I'm not. D does not lend itself to a laid back, carefree lifestyle. I apologize to and am thankful to all of you who try to understand.<br />
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I am truly blessed to have you all as family and friends.<br />
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Love,<br />
Yvettemy sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-44706271802115540722011-05-09T21:04:00.000-04:002011-05-09T21:04:53.115-04:00Admiring Our DifferencesI am so busy right now that I wasn't sure I would be able to participate in blog week this year. Well, I have decided to give it a try and to do what I can.<br />
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When I started reading D blogs the first blogs I read were written by adults living with Diabetes. I felt like I was looking into a crystal ball at what my little girls life would be like someday. I appreciate the honesty and integrity with which these adult diabetics write. It gives me a window into the future. I know she has a hard road ahead of her, but because of these blogs I also know that it really will be OK and that her life will be as full and as amazing as she chooses for it to be. I also know that because of these blogs there will be people out there for her to talk to and that they will understand her struggles even better than myself, her Dad, and her brother.<br />
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I am forever saying how grateful I am for the technology that keeps my daughter healthy and safe. I am also thankful for the technology that has allowed me to reach out to a group of people that are spread out across the country. There is such comfort and understanding in this DOC and I equally admire all of you who write and share your lives with the rest of us.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-5830427238941526722011-05-06T21:32:00.000-04:002011-05-06T21:32:44.566-04:00Party PrepWell I have survived two children with strep throat, one of whom has D, and one of whom had asthma type issues to go along with the strep. We are all better now!!!<br />
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Since the recovery I have been feverishly trying to figure out a way for us to attend my brother in laws surprise 40th b day party. It will take place about an hour and half away from our home. This is a bowling party in which 70's attire is required. Now for most attendees the figuring out that needs to done is in regards to pulling off the right outfit. As challenging as that has proven to be for us, the greater challenge is figuring out how to attend and enjoy while keeping Skyler in a safe situation. All of my husband's family members are attending the party, therefore any family or friends who live remotely close to us will be at the party and unavailable for babysitting.<br />
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In order for us to go, which we are very much looking forward to, my parents are driving two and a half hours and staying in a hotel with my kids. The hotel is about 1 mile from the party. I have also gone to the web site of the restaurant that they would like to eat at to figure out the best meal. I had the kids choose what they will eat so that carb counting will be easier. They will be in cell phone contact with me throughout the evening. If we decide to party on I can go to the hotel and check in since we will be in the immediate vicinity of the hotel the entire evening. I have the sugar bin packed and ready to go. All this prep and organization (on my part and my parents) and do you think I will feel comfortable and at ease - <strong>NOPE.</strong>my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-18882486136390459862011-04-25T15:03:00.000-04:002011-04-25T15:03:22.811-04:00I Love OMNIPOD!We just returned from a wonderful week in the Outer Banks of NC. We went with my husbands parents, my husbands brother and his family and our 4+ 1 (diabetes). We rented a big house on the ocean and had a blast.<br />
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All that D packing and organizing was well worth it. We had everything we needed and no major D problems at all. This brings me to the title of this post. I love the Omnipod. I am used to spending the warm months of summer chasing diabetes around like a chicken with her head cut off. Summer fun feels like perpetual motion mothering.<br />
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Usually a warm day on the beach meant unplugging from her pump to swim, then plugging back in and correcting the high. Also, an entire day of that usually meant a night of chasing lows and me continuing my perpetual motion mothering all night long. In the summer we spend most of our time on the beach and Sky loves being in the water. This is why we decided to switch to the Omnipod and we are so happy we did!!!! We got the omnipod in September so we hadn't had the summer like experience yet.<br />
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I am also happy to say that the pod stayed put and didn't need to be changed and more than normal. <br />
D is hard and nothing is going to change that all that much, but the omnipod technology has given us some relief from the stress of managing this disease and I am so grateful for that!!<br />
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</div>On a sour note the morning we left poor Skyler had a fever and a sore throat. She was a trooper the entire 12 1/2 hour car ride home. Being sick is bad enough and having diabetes is bad enough, but to be sick with diabetes and stuck in a car for 12 1/2 hours is really rough. She never complained she just asked that we keep driving and get home. My fingers are crossed that it is not strep throat!!my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-90314457831381439152011-04-13T14:02:00.000-04:002011-04-13T14:02:44.252-04:00Out There Alone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUzJ_wys41SfkGHf-wGV2-XoE87ZvQ5r-i7sB62tptLyma88JDGsfz60WZ1U_OfF8MGswnf46gtytYA2eJrZweD_n3dNm_mlUi_Fs-Ucql27Iyw6DhYFvNw1bHLzhtEvAbIM4B8Cis5U/s1600/100_1550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuUzJ_wys41SfkGHf-wGV2-XoE87ZvQ5r-i7sB62tptLyma88JDGsfz60WZ1U_OfF8MGswnf46gtytYA2eJrZweD_n3dNm_mlUi_Fs-Ucql27Iyw6DhYFvNw1bHLzhtEvAbIM4B8Cis5U/s320/100_1550.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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Last night Skyler said to me, completely out of the blue,"Ya know mom, pretty soon you'll have to set my alarm for the middle of the night so I can check my own blood sugar." <br />
My immediate mom response was, "No way, your nine!" At which point she asked me how long I would do it for and I said, "I don't know, but at least 18." <br />
To this my husband responded, "I think it better be sooner than that since at 18 she will be somewhere in college." <br />
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My heart sank. <br />
I can't even imagine. <br />
How will I ever be able to handle that? <br />
I will call her in the middle of night.<br />
I will automatically wake up at that time anyway, for the rest of my life.<br />
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The reason I started thinking about this post is because I am in the process of packing for our spring break vacation. On top of packing all the clothes, toys, car entertainment, bedding, etc. there is the job of packing the diabetes supplies. I need to think about diabetes for every situation, starting with the drive. We will drive more than halfway the first day and finish the second day. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have rented a house with some of our family. Having a kitchen when we go away has become a given for us. It is easier with kids, but especially with diabetes. We will still go out for dinner a few times and we will eat things that we normally don't, but having a kitchen and doing our own grocery shopping is a huge stress reliever. I am pondering bringing the food scale (the salter 1450). I am trying to pack light (as if that is possible), but it really helps to have it. I haven't asked <span style="background-color: white;">the </span>opinion of anyone else in the family for good reason. When we first got the salter I loved it so much that I commented that I was going to bring it everywhere I went. That comment was met with " Well that's too bad because the rest of us will now never go to a restaurant with you again." (wise ass husband) Then came the comment, "We better watch her closely because she can fit anything in that purse." (wise ass child) I have just decided that I am bringing it!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I can't tell you how many people comment on the fact that she is diabetic and wants to be a baker. "My child has diabetes, but it will not rule her life" is what I want to say. My husband and I made that decision in the hospital when she was diagnosed. We swore it would never stop her from doing anything she wants. I realize that her career choice could change a million times in the next 10 years, but no matter what it is (as long as it is legal and moral :) ) she has our full support. Diabetes or not I believe most parents want their children to live happy, fulfilling lives. If baking and decorating cupcakes makes her happy and she can wake up every morning excited to go to work than to me that is success.<br />
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I am asked, "Wouldn't that be bad for her health?" My response is , "she would need to have self control and not eat everything she makes, but shouldn't anyone in that career follow that advice?" I want to add, "You have no idea how much self control she already has. In a society that centers holidays and rewards on junk food she has regular practice with self control."<br />
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I am asked, "Wouldn't it be hard not to eat that stuff all day?" I say, "Yes, I guess for anyone that would be hard." What I want to say is, "Have you been paying attention to how hard diabetes is and the fact that she handles it with such grace?"<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Now, I do have to add that there are MANY people that surround Skyler that have the mentality about diabetes that my husband and I have. These are the people that help us stick to the promise that she will do whatever she wants and we will manage diabetes through it all. </div>my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-62424279023610524792011-03-29T21:14:00.000-04:002011-03-29T21:14:07.778-04:00LOWI didn't know a person could get as low as 28 and not pass out! It was a close call last night. Sky was in the shower and yelled downstairs that she felt low. Luckily, her meter was right next to me and I shot up the stairs. I checked her while she was in the shower and an alarming 28 showed up on the screen!!!! I gave her four glucose tabs (that is what I had with me) and asked her brother to quickly get a juice. His little legs took him downstairs to the pantry and back up in about two seconds. He then explained to us that he knows Skyler doesn't like juice, but he has trouble getting the gatorade out of the plastic ring so he just grabbed the juice. I was glad he knew what to do and to do it so quickly. Anyway, at this point Skyler was out of the shower, crying, and trembling and I was scared. She sucked down the juice and then laid on the floor and cried. I made her sit up with me and tried to calm her down ( internally freaking out myself!!) We rechecked and only 38. I gave her two more glucose tabs figuring her blood sugar would now go through the roof. She continued to shake, cry ( more like whimper) and tell me she was starving and I should have made her eat more dinner. When we rechecked she was at 61. Then at least I knew it was coming up. She calmed down. A little bit later she was 96 and was back to herself. She said she was happy she wasn't shaking anymore and that she wasn't hungry.<br />
I was very surprised that all night the highest she got was 128. I am not sure how this all happened. I went through the PDM to see if I screwed up insulin anywhere, but I can't find anything that would have caused that kind of low. She has been low all day today also. Maybe it is where her site is, but we have never experienced that kind of low from placement of a site.<br />
I started writing this post Monday and ever since the low Sunday night Skyler has been low. She is consistently dropping into the 40's and 50's. I have dropped her basal down to almost nothing and she is still dropping into the 40's and 50's. I am confused!my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-4530978048651686372011-03-27T10:07:00.000-04:002011-03-27T10:07:27.082-04:00I'm BackHi All - It has been a long time since my last post. Once school started, which means me back to work and both kids back to school, I became extremely busy again. I'm feeling bad about being away so long as you are all so supportive and wonderful. I have checked in on the blogs I just haven't had time to write. <br />
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When I left off Skyler was about to get the Omni Pod which she did and it has been great. She loves it and Kevin and I love it also. I was so worried that we would loose the PDM, but we bought a cute bag that holds everything she needs and she carries it everywhere. It's pretty funny to look outside at school and see the male phys ed teacher carrying her flowery purse, which he willingly does with a smile on his face.<br />
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It is still very much winter here in the Adirondacks, but we are so looking forward to seeing the two feet of snow melt away and reveal green grass!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">What a great day we had and what a great team we have. We are one lucky family to have such amazing family and friends. This group of people all raised money and then drove an hour and a half, walked three miles, and then drove an hour and a half back home. We then had a BBQ to thank everyone for their time and effort. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Our team consisted of kids who ranged in age from 3 - 12, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, her godmother, and, of course, friends ( who are family). We had men who usually will only walk long distances if it involves camouflage, the woods, a gun, and deer. We had every person who was a direct part of the day Skyler was diagnosed. We had grandparents who are in the middle of a big move. Both Skyler's and Henry's teachers were there and some of my students and former students. It was a great group of people who came out to show their love and support for Skyler ( who felt very loved ) and to donate to this cause in hopes that all type one diabetics someday see a cure. <br />
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I felt very good about the job I have done spreading awareness when most members of our team approached me at some point to express their shock that the food being offered was not very healthy and did not list the carbs!! I understand that the food is donated, but if your going to have six large trays of cookies how about having the carb count readily available for the DIABETICS in the crowd. Anyway, overall it was a great event and a great day.<br />
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Our team raised about $3,800 and we still have donations rolling in!<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look at the pure joy plastered on this little face! I bet you can guess why. Yesterday at 4:00 we recieved official word that we are approved for the omnipod and it is on the way!!!! Ironically she was on the beach (plugging and unplugging all day) when I gave her the news. Her comment was "Yay, now I can't wait till next summer!" We are in for a whole new adventure now. I will keep you all posted on how the omni pod is working for us. Thanks for all your prayers.</div>my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-75582293813050213942010-08-31T09:15:00.000-04:002010-08-31T09:15:49.572-04:00UPDATEIf you can believe it we are still waiting. That is correct, still waiting for an answer to whether we are approved for the omni pod or not! This process started 18 days ago. We have 9 days until the start of school. The kicker is that the hold up has not been an obnoxious insurance company who would never understand the life of a diabetic. The hold up has actually been the dr.'s office!? First, they were late on sending in the letter of medical necessity. After Insulet recieved that I thought we were all set and would hear in a few days. I didn't want to appear like an impatient lunatic (which is how D makes me feel half the time anyway) so I didn't call to find out. After about a week I called my contact at Insulet, who is now becoming a friend of mine, to check the status. She told me that they had been waiting on clinical information from the <strong>doctor</strong>. There was silence on my end at which point she asked if I was taking a deep breath? I responded that I was taking several deep breaths and that it was a good thing that it was her on the other end of the phone and not my doctors office. <br />
I was pretty angry and ready to call the doctors office, however; I could feel the tasmanian devil brewing inside of me and did not want to unleash on some poor unsuspecting soul at the doctors office (knowing that I would not get the doctor directly right away).<br />
My contact person at Insulet reassured me that she would continue to call and she would contact me when they recieved the info and were sending out to insurance. Today, I did get a call that they were able to send out to insurance and they expect a reply in 1 - 2 days.<br />
I am no dummy and I realize that the people at Insulet are all over this and very customer service friendly because they stand to make a decent amount of money off of my little girls illness, if this gets approved. That is their job - to sell the product. I expect more out of my dr.'s office. I expect them to UNDERSTAND, to have COMPASSION, and to want what is BEST for my child. It is pretty sad that the reason this process is on the move is because of money. It is not because there is a little girl dealing with a crappy disease who just wants to feel normal ( there is that word again).my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-10414592895453733522010-08-26T07:48:00.001-04:002010-08-26T07:51:54.105-04:00A Little VentI have discussed the omni pod at length with Skyler's doctor. After making the decision to switch to this pump, the instructions I was given was to fax my info as soon as we reached the out of warranty date on her current pump. I was then to call the office and they would fax the letter of medical necessity. I did my part. Of course I did because I am the one who loves, and lives with, a little girl who is very anxious to get this new pump that does not have tubing.<br />
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She wanted this pump for the summer so she could swim and not have to deal with "plugging back in" for a bolus. She has had to be very patient because her out of warranty date was August 13th (basically the end of summer where we live). She has been talking about swimming, phys. ed class, wearing dresses, her new purse to carry the pdm etc., etc.<br />
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Now this little girl <strong>AND</strong> her mother are anxious because school will start soon and it would have been nice to have this in place before the start of school. Well, chances are that is not going to happen. I called the omni pod company to check on the status (ready for a health insurance fight)and I learned that; after a phone call from me and two phone calls from the omni pod people, my dr.'s office has not faxed the letter of medical necessity!!!!!! Needless to say I am slightly annoyed. I have called and left another (very calm and socially acceptable) message for the dr. to please send the letter. If it doesn't happen now I don't know how calm or socially acceptable I can remain with my future phone calls. I understand that my daughter is one of many many patients at this office, but I don't think it takes too much to get this done for us. <br />
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We are now going on two weeks of waiting and it hasn't even gone out to insurance yet.<br />
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This, my friends, is my little diabetes vent for the day - thanks for reading and for, I am sure, understanding.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-32800134554179265172010-08-19T10:17:00.000-04:002010-08-19T10:17:54.418-04:00FINGERS CROSSED We are anxiously awaiting a phone call to find out if our insurance will cover a new pump for Sky. The warranty on her pump is up and we are trying to get her an omni pod. After much research and <strong>OVER </strong>thinking my husband and I (mostly me) were having trouble deciding which pump to go for. We decided to ask Skyler. I explained to her the different options on the two pumps that we had it narrowed down to. She chose the omni pod which was the way were leaning also. We then dicussed this with our doctor and she was very supportive of our decision to change to omni pod. <br />
Now, we wait with our fingers crossed.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-62179807147188373942010-08-14T22:15:00.000-04:002010-08-14T22:15:14.793-04:00Normal? I don't think soIt has been a long time since I have posted anything. This summer has been incredibly busy, but also very fun and full of time with friends and family. I have, however, come to a new revelation in my life. This is pathetically long overdue, but... here it goes..... get ready... WE ARE NOT NORMAL! That's right after living with diabetes for four and a half years I am ready to accept the fact that we are not a normal family. <br />
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Nothing we do is easy and none of our emotions throughout the course of one day would fall into the normal realm.<br />
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We can't call a last minute babysitter so we can have dinner out with friends, we can't do overnights away from our kids, and Skyler can't do overnights away from us (yet).<br />
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When Henry gets sick (and ends up in the emergency room twice - not diabetes related). I should be able to take that in stride and focus just on him, but we are not normal. We have to consider the fact that we don't want Skyler in the emergency room exposed to all sorts of things, but we don't want to leave her with others while we are an hour away in the hospital.<br />
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When we are spending the day at the lake (which we do everyday in the summer) Skyler shouldn't have to come out while all the kids are playing to "plug back in" for a little while.<br />
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On "date night" we should be able to go for a canoe ride where we will be out of cell phone range without having an anxiety attack half way through the trip, but we are not normal! (that date will not happen again in the near future).<br />
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We should be able to go to the wedding of a friend and leave our kids to be babysat on the beach by their grandparents (out of cell phone range), but we are not normal and my husband left the wedding after an hour because we were both worried.<br />
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I don't want to come across as I am complaining about Skyler. I love her more than life itself and will take care of her forever if I must or if she wants me to (doubt it!!), but I don't love diabetes and how much it impacts our lives everyday. What upsets me more than my own selfish complaints is that Skyler has no idea the frustrations that we feel, but someday she will feel them all too and will realize that this is for the rest of her life. I pray that she will take it all in stride and learn to live her life to the fullest regardless of the abnormal circumstances in her life.<br />
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Although this sounds very negative, I am actually considering my revelation a positive thing. It is helping me to be more honest with family and friends and actually express to them that this is hard and as much as they all want to help, sometimes they can't! We have focused so hard on not letting diabetes feel like a burden that I don't think we have been totally honest with everyone on how hard this really is. All of this, of course, with the idea that we are protecting Skyler from feeling like a burden. I am realizing that this actually comes at an expense to Skyler and that no one who loves her would ever consider her a burden. I guess we just so wanted to protect her and help her to feel "normal" that we stopped being honest. I still feel very strongly that diabetes will never stop her from doing anything that I would let her do without diabetes, but I just need to be more honest with everyone about the fact that this is hard work and we are not "normal".<br />
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I took Skyler to see the movie Beezus and Ramona and there is a scene where Beezus explains to Ramona that being different is what makes her so special. I whispered to Skyler that our family must be really special.<br />
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I am hoping all you D Moms might be able to help me. <strong>How did you educate your families and friends?</strong> I have read a lot of books about diabetes, but I am wondering if there are any good books geared towards helping family members understand diabetes better.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-86633112427949170402010-06-16T17:53:00.001-04:002010-06-16T20:06:40.746-04:00Mount Diabetes<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36LUOLD8fp0HwUgguYxPoU6Rmur5ALNhBzyKM1owl08k3WHtkfBfUYKgakT2V6fbVsXVzW_IcoF8576He6sQsblnGOrFbzQRvcMkfA1Op0E27uOsYqMxz3LIrZQtei5pbx9hvFCJ1py8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36LUOLD8fp0HwUgguYxPoU6Rmur5ALNhBzyKM1owl08k3WHtkfBfUYKgakT2V6fbVsXVzW_IcoF8576He6sQsblnGOrFbzQRvcMkfA1Op0E27uOsYqMxz3LIrZQtei5pbx9hvFCJ1py8/s320/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The one extra thing for me right now is the end of the school year. The end of the school year in our school is busy, and that is stating it mildly. This goes for both students and teachers. I'm a teacher and both my kids are students so, we are all over extended right now. Field trips might be the <strong>END </strong>of me this year. We have, what I consider, a ridiculous amount of them at the end of the school year. I have a really hard time with this and am wondering how all the rest of the D moms handle field trips. It's a little trickier for me because I am a teacher in her school, but not at her grade level, so our field trips are not the same.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> In the past, I have been able to make my own accommodations for field trips, but for various reasons that is getting harder to do. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
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Speaking of the positives of living here, I set up a team for the walk and named it the Sky Walkers. Skyler thinks this name is really cool, and all of us who grew up during the first Star Wars phenomenon get a good laugh out of it. Anyway, I set up the team about two weeks ago and we already have 15 walkers just from this little town. Our teammates plan to raise money and walk with us. They are all coming up with different ways to raise money. One of my students wrote a beautiful letter about Skyler and diabetes and she plans to mail it out in hopes of collecting money. I have seen the people in our town step up to help people in a time of need, but for me this goes beyond that. To think that these people are willing to spend their time collecting donations and then clear their weekend to make an hour a half drive to walk three miles in honor of this cause is amazingly generous and I am so very grateful.<br />
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In addition to our community we also have a number of family and friends who plan to join our team and walk with us. I have mentioned before how much our family supports and loves us and so I am not surprised by their willingness to participate; however am still amazed and grateful for all they do and have done in the past.<br />
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Skyler is overwhelmed by the support and love of the people that surround her. As a family we are honored to be raising money for a cause that could help so many children and adults living with diabetes and even future generations who may face the same challenges.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162401192987410587.post-64584025682819439352010-06-04T11:49:00.000-04:002010-06-04T11:49:12.341-04:00A Special Bond I have a friend who has a child with diabetes. The story behind this friendship is unusual. My husband grew up spending summers in the town where we currently live. During his youth here he met a lot of friends, some he has remained close to and some have grown apart. One particular friend, C, and my husband grew apart over their adult years. After we moved to town permanently I ended up having C's son in my Kindergarten class. His son, M, did not want to come to school in the beginning. Some kids march right into Kindergarten like their going to run the place and others need to be gently removed from the clutching grip they have around their Mom. These are the kids that break your heart on day one and usually give you the biggest heart warming feeling on Kindergarten graduation day. That was certainly the case with M. He and I formed a very special bond. He grew to really love school and as the most shy one of the group took the biggest role in the Christmas performance. He is now a smart, confident, caring 15 year old boy who, believe it or not, was diagnosed with diabetes six months after Skyler. This news came as a bigger shock than Skyler's diagnosis because in our town of about 400 year round residents I would never have thought another child would be diagnosed. I formed my special bond with M before I had my own children. M is 7 years older than Skyler. For some reason he captured my heart way back then as a little five year old boy and still has a piece of it now. I was so shocked and so very saddened by the news of his diagnosis. Over the past four years since diagnosis our families have provided support for one another in different ways. Last year, I watched him graduate from ninth grade as the salutatorian of his class and I felt so proud for him and his parents.<br />
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Over the years I have formed a friendship with M's mom. I also ended up being M's sister's teacher for Kindergarten, fifth, and sixth grades. She too, is dear to my heart. I have summed it up here, but our families have a long history together. From the friendship of my husband and C to our own children both living with diabetes. They are a private family and tend to keep to themselves, but we have these very special connections.<br />
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The reason I chose to write this post today is because I received an email from M's mom , which is not unusual. She filled me in on a few different things going on in her life and a few things with the kids. She then mentioned how she has been feeling sad lately over the fact that M has always wanted to be a pilot and because of diabetes he can not live this dream. This, of course, broke my heart. She said she is having a hard time coming to terms with a limit to her child's dream. <br />
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I have spent a lot of time thinking about this. I decided that I have to have faith that our children (all of these type 1 kids) did not get diabetes by some freak chance, but that God chose them and us for some reason beyond what we can see right now. Sometimes I have a hard time seeing through the sadness that diabetes can bring on, but then I remind myself of how amazing these diabetic kids are. They are a special lot designed for something special.<br />
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I know M will find much success in his future due to the young man that he is growing into and due to the support and love of his family. I don't want to see a limit to his dreams either, but it is possible that this will lead him down a path of even greater reward. This is so much easier said than felt, but maybe saying it will help us all to feel it.my sweet girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09423714230991547160noreply@blogger.com1