1 Drop at a Time

The holidays are winding down. My rather large fluctuations in BG readings are leveling off and I'm looking to the new year with anticipation.  A year ago, today, Osman and I were nervously killing time, waiting to go in to be induced. We had a fancy lunch, walked around the mall. I was so excited to see the boy I'd been carrying, but so sad to have to share him with the world. It was definitely one of the most contradictory times of my life. I went into labor with the hope that all the blood sugar testing and fretting would come to an end, as gestational diabetes is supposed to "go away" with birth. I remember being thrilled to see "regular diet" on my discharge papers. I indulged in pizza and birthday cake for days after Jake's birth.   But reality set in with my HgbA1C was pre-diabetic and fortunately I was blessed with a hyper-vigilant OB doc who referred me to an endocrinologist, who ran the tests and said I would become type 1, but was in the "

I had an appointment with my endocrinologist, yesterday. My A1C was 6.4, I was sure it was going to be over 7 with the MANY errors I had during the trial and error phase of setting up my pump. So I was pretty excited when the nurse told me my number. At my appointment, I felt like I had a mini graduation. I don't have to go back for another 3 months, and I don't have to check my post-meal blood sugars, thanks to my Dexcom. I was so excited yesterday, but now, I feel super anxious. My security blankets are being ripped away from me! However, I remind myself I have my doc's number pre-set in my phone, and if I get too concerned, my BG is only one stick away. Then I stop and think of everything going on in the world, and all the trails I have with diabetes. It is all just a drop in the bucket. We have had 2 mass shootings in the US within weeks of each other. So many people won't get to spend the holidays with their families, they would probably give anything to deal