Diabetic victory of the week: I made some changes to basal rates and bolus ratios last weekend that got me through a good three days. Sometimes that’s all the success I need to keep me trying...
Diabetic failure of the week: I think that sometimes my memories of blood sugar management during pregnancy are from late pregnancy, but those strategies don’t work when you’re only eight weeks, so my temporary basal rates were reduced too much. I need to try something like 50% rather than 10% when I see a low coming on, at least for now.
Mostly unfounded fear of the week: That being more than ten steps from a trash can, toilet or sink will never feel safe again. I have felt so sick this pregnancy. It’s definitely worse than other pregnancies.
Mostly intangible joy of the week: Accompanying my oldest son for an endoscopy/biopsy to check for celiac. He almost certainly has it, and I’ve already made peace with that. I was just so proud of how he handled it. The doctor said he was ‘well-adjusted’ and ‘stoic,’ and he was very brave. When I told him he had celiac, he said it made him feel weird, but when his brother said, “Oh, no,” my oldest so. said, “Why ‘oh, no’?” It was exactly how I felt when I was diagnosed with diabetes. It’s not a defect, just a difference. It made me feel weird, but not depressed. I’m glad my son has the same perspective.
Diabetic failure of the week: I think that sometimes my memories of blood sugar management during pregnancy are from late pregnancy, but those strategies don’t work when you’re only eight weeks, so my temporary basal rates were reduced too much. I need to try something like 50% rather than 10% when I see a low coming on, at least for now.
Mostly unfounded fear of the week: That being more than ten steps from a trash can, toilet or sink will never feel safe again. I have felt so sick this pregnancy. It’s definitely worse than other pregnancies.
Mostly intangible joy of the week: Accompanying my oldest son for an endoscopy/biopsy to check for celiac. He almost certainly has it, and I’ve already made peace with that. I was just so proud of how he handled it. The doctor said he was ‘well-adjusted’ and ‘stoic,’ and he was very brave. When I told him he had celiac, he said it made him feel weird, but when his brother said, “Oh, no,” my oldest so. said, “Why ‘oh, no’?” It was exactly how I felt when I was diagnosed with diabetes. It’s not a defect, just a difference. It made me feel weird, but not depressed. I’m glad my son has the same perspective.