1 Drop at a Time

Yesterday, I had an honest mom moment. I always swore up and down that I would be mindful of the little moments with my son, and enjoy them. Then the shoe disappeared.  Jake, my son, doesn't talk much yet. We get by with little noises and lots of pointing. Well, I was rushing around the house getting laundry done, because Thursday is laundry day. Why is that?  I have no idea why Thursday is the magical day for laundry! I asked Jake if he wanted to go outside. To my surprise,  he let out an excited little noise and ran down the hall. I was in his room, with my head  in the depths of his dirty clothes basket, when I stood, there was Jake with his favorite shoe. I smiled at him, hands full of laundry and said "I'll put your shoe on in just a second." He looked at me, raised it up one more time and I said the same thing. He didn't seem too phased that I didn't put the shoe on, so he followed me to the laundry room. I got my precious laundry started and turned arou...

Happy Spring! The weather is glorious in Georgia minus the greenish/yellow pollen that finds its way on any surface. But hey, I'll take it! One of my New Year's Resolutions was to get my fasting blood sugars down to the 110-120's. For whatever reason, I would always wake up in the 150-180's. Which any one of my nursing buddies knows, in the hospital, this wins you some sliding scale insulin! I have been very conscious of my CGM trends and adjusted my basal rates accordingly. If you haven't read the book "Pumping Insulin" by John Walsh and Ruth Roberts, you should check it out. Dr. Anthony, my endocrinologist, suggested I read it and I'm so glad we did. I say we, because Osman, my husband, read it, too. I was scrolling through pictures on my phone and came across several screen shots of my Dexcom graph when I first started wearing the pump. I guess your mind does a really good job at blocking out HIGH numbers. Thankfully for Osman, when I was so...

We did it! We safely traveled half way across the country and back without any major incidences. Jacob did great for his mere 14 months of life, and I did pretty well myself. I definitely learned a thing or two. I'm thankful for the help of my husband and family, because we bit the bullet and did it. You don't know what it will be like until you try it, and like I've talked about before, I don't want to let diabetes hold me back. So for a little review of what I learned, here it is: 1. DO NOT GO THROUGH THE METAL DETECTOR!!! Unless you want to be felt up by TSA in front of a JV basketball team, in the middle of one of the busiest airports. I blush thinking about it. Basically, if you have a stroller, it gives you a free pass to the "fast" line aka, the slow line where TSA herds all the screaming babies and people who require a little more assistance. I was holding Jake, so they were trying to make our life easier by escorting me through the metal detecto...

Soon, we will be traveling back to Oklahoma. 13 hours in a car with a 14 month old really isn't our idea of a good time, so we opted to fly. Cue some anxiety. Part of me wants to keep my blood sugar close to 200 so I don't have to worry about dropping, as we trek our way through the massive Atlanta Airport. However, I know this is a silly notion because I am prepared. Anywhere I go, I have my little diabetes bag with me. If I forget it, it doesn't matter how far from home I am, I'm going back to get it. I gifted myself a new bag for my 6 Month Diaversay. The contents are all vital for my sanity and management of T1D. This is what it holds:  -My trusty glucometer  -Lancets/testing strips   -Alcohol Swabs  -Starburst  -Glucose Tablets  -Protein Bar  -Glucagon Pen  -Lip Gloss -Listerine Strips (gotta have fresh breath) -Insulin Pen in case my pump fails  These are my safety nets. They stay by my bed at night an...

Valentine's Day is quickly approaching and wouldn't it be so fitting that February 14th happens to be Valentine's Day and 6 years since Osman proposed? Look, back in the day, we were the royals of cheesy. When I read our post from 10 years ago, on Facebook's "On this Day," it makes me gag a little. I apologize for all the "sparking", as my dad so rightfully coined it, that occurred for all our friends to see on Facebook. AND February 14 is my 6 month Diaversary. As I sit and reflect on these past months, I am struck with how different I am, and how totally not okay I was with the thought of changing, but now, that is a different story. When I was officially diagnosed, I asked the question, "does diabetes define me?" The answer today is no, but it is a part of me. In August, diabetes was my worst enemy. I wanted more than anything to hate diabetes with my entire being. However, in this moment, diabetes is my friend. I decided we are stuc...

First, I have to divulge in my embarrassing, online for the whole world to read, moment. I write blog posts from my phone or my iPad. Well too many electronic device options, plus thinking you saved your edited work and then submitting your roughly written piece, that was NOT edited, for the world to see....Embarrassing! Lesson learned folks, if I think I edited/checked my work enough, NOPE! Go back and quintuple check your work, Meagan! Fortunately I caught my error and was able to make some necessary adjustments, but jeez! Makes me shiver with embarrassment. 9 years ago, I was of the ever tender age of 18, and preparing to take a journey overseas. I struck a deal with my parents, that if I graduated a year early from High School, for a semester, I could study abroad in Spain. I was so excited. It had always been my dream to speak fluent Spanish and see the world. Well the day came to say, "Until we meet again America," and I was devastated. Oh teenage angst w...

I know Mama always said, "don't cry over spilt milk." But what happens when 2 pieces of bread, marketed for 5g of total net carbs each, makes your blood sugar spike in the 200's and stay there for awhile, multiple days I might add, because you are in denial and then it makes you cry? Guilty as charged. I'm seeing red just thinking about it. If we were to look at this symbolically, subconsciously, the bread probably represents many of the food choices I have made, that did not have the best end result. BUT COME ON! I had a whopping, grand total of 15 g of carbs and I was climbing that Dexcom graph like it was the sequel to Chocolate Buttercream Saga, except it was sub par wheat bread and totally not worth the rise.  At the end of the day, now that I'm not crying a river or seething mad, it was just a reminder that I can try my damnedest, but there are days that Diabetes is feeling snarky like I can, and it just isn't going to cooperate. It just gets old say...