tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325206694350972662024-03-13T01:15:37.635-04:00A Beautiful DiabeticMy Beautiful Diabetic's name is Maddie. She is smart, talented, full of life, and hilarious, all rolled up into one precious little body. Diabetes has tried to get the best of her, but she doesn't let it. She does the activities that she wants to do, plays the sports that she wants to play, and she doesn't let diabetes tell her what she can or can't do.
God has made her this way, and we know that He has it under control. So this is our story.....MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-49840435274990740062015-08-22T20:40:00.001-04:002015-08-22T20:40:07.312-04:00UPDATES UPDATES UPDATES Oh my goodness, where do I begin? Yes, I did indeed fall off the face of the earth for a while, but behold, we are back with lots and lots to say. <br />
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Maddie is growing into a wonderful teenager, full of live and vitality. Diabetes cannot stop her! She got through the tween and very early teen years and we all survived....barely. :) She is now approaching 15 and is a freshman in high school. WHAT?!? Yes, she will be driving in the near distant future. Why can't we just stop time and keep them little?!?<br />
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Something that has become a big deal around our house is running. Maddie knows that in order to stay healthy as she gets older, she has to exercise and eat well. She has become a member of the varsity cross country team at her school. She just competed in her first meet the other day, and might I say that she did exceptionally well for a 14 year old newcomer to the team and WITH DIABETES. She checks her blood sugar and makes sure that she has glucose tablets within grabbing distance, just in case she gets low. Her school nurse, athletic trainer and coach are on top of it with making sure she is okay to run each day/practice/meet. She stays hydrated and makes sure that she is ready to go by the end of the school day. I am so immensely proud of her.<br />
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One little accomplishment at a time is very satisfying when you are trying to train someone to be responsible for their own health. I still have to remind her to check and correct after meals and a LOT on the weekends, but she is showing her true independence by taking care of herself and her diabetes while running a 5k every single day. I'd say that deserves a little pat on the back. MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-17758551430527560902013-12-28T15:15:00.001-05:002013-12-28T15:15:12.900-05:00Merry ChristmasMerry Christmas to all of my blogger friends! I hope everyone's Christmas was filled with lots of love, laughter, and great times spent with family and friends. And I hope you all ate lots of goodies and corrected with lots of insulin~<br />;)<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-75448803521494213872013-12-17T13:02:00.001-05:002013-12-17T13:02:50.657-05:00Interesting... I wish we had seen this before Thanksgiving. Potatoes ALWAYS mess up Maddie's blood sugar. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/12/17/725.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/12/17/s_725.jpg' border='0' width='640' height='640' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br />Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-47816164438534216742013-07-30T17:16:00.001-04:002013-12-13T10:53:45.791-05:00<br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneMomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-27421942841250063902013-05-28T11:47:00.001-04:002013-12-13T10:52:38.520-05:00EOGsI am not a good test-taker. Unfortunately, I've passed this wonderful trait onto Maddie. Last year was her first year back in school after being home schooled for 2 years. It was 5th grade, so it wasn't very difficult for her to pass her EOGs.<br />
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This year, she was in a school that is JUST the 6th grade. The teachers are wonderful, she was well taken care of, and the school year has been a great one for her. I am confidant that she will do well on her tests this year. <br />
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But I'm wondering as the school years get harder and harder, if she'll have problems with her blood sugar before a test being elevated, therefor influencing her test results. Whenever she is preparing for a trip or an important event, she gets crazy from anxiety and anticipation (who doesn't) and her sugars sky rocket. Never fails. I know there are things I can do as a mom to make it easier on her, such as getting permission to take the test in a manner that is more suitable for someone who's state is altered by anxiety/anticipation. Aren't there laws about that? That's a good question for our Endo.<br />
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The problem is that Maddie gets embarrassed easily, and the biggest deal is being embarrassed about something that has to do with her blood sugar, insulin, pump, etc. Being embarrassed ALSO makes her blood sugar sky rocket. I'm not sure if it would be better to take her out of the classroom, or leave her in. I'm not sure which scenario would be better in her mind. So, really, there's no way to win in this situation. I'm curious as to what other moms do in these situations. How do you handle tests, and times when blood sugar will be a factor in your child's performance for something so important as an end of grade test?<br />
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I guess it's a good thing for Maddie that I haven't had to worry about this up until this point in time. But I guess it's a bad thing that I don't know the answers to these questions.... <br />
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OK, I'm off to google this stuff......MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-6142618634048026822013-01-09T09:50:00.000-05:002013-12-13T10:51:16.858-05:00The Art of Forgetfulness<br />
Maddie is a talented girl. I am often amazed at the things that she knows, and is capable of doing, and doing well, at the age of 12. Among other things, she is smart, witty, and super funny. She has a hint of sarcasm, but fortunately, she only uses it in humorous situations. Oh, and most importantly, she has an impeccable memory....when it has to do with ANYTHING besides her diabetes. With that, she is struck with an early onset severe memory disorder. <br />
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"Ooohhhh...I forgot."<br />
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"Did you correct for your spaghetti like I asked you to?"<br />
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"Oops--I forgot."<br />
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"Don't forget to correct for that snack!"<br />
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{Hours later} "Uh oh....I forgot."<br />
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"Your blood sugar is a little too high right now. Save that candy for when it comes down."<br />
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"Aww man--I forgot!"<br />
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I thought this kind of memory loss is supposed to be saved for women after they've had children. I understand that she hates that she has to always deal with this stupid diabetes, but I would think that it would be automatic by this point.<br />
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It's weird--she can't remember anything that has to do with diabetes and carbs and insulin, but she doesn't seem to forget where her iPod is, or how much chore money she's owed, or that last Friday I told her I would get her favorite snack at the grocery store next time I went, or that I told her she could occasionally stay up until 11pm on some school nights (whaaaat?!?) or that 5 weeks ago, I promised her that I'd take her to Aeropostale at 2:30pm next Saturday (really?)..... MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-44820499456767628232012-12-13T01:08:00.001-05:002013-12-13T10:50:10.203-05:00Time Flies....Maddie drew this when she was 5 years old, on the day she was diagnosed, while we were getting our first 12 hour crash course in diabetes. It's still hanging in the endocrinologist's office 7 years later. <br />
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Not us. Nope. We don't buy new cars. We bought a house further out of town, that I clean BY MYSELF. I don't brag about new furniture--I brag about how long we've had our furniture. I brag about how little I paid for my groceries, using my coupons. I almost had a panic attack when they closed the Merita Bread Store in town, so now it's back to paying $2 for a loaf of whole wheat (oh- it pains me to even type that). Thanks, Hostess {read with much sarcasm). I try to lump all of my errands together in order to save gas. I prefer to call it "cheap chic", you know, like "shabby chic"? Except that I try to avoid the shabby part. But I digress....<br />
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Shawn's former employer did not have great benefits, because it was a smaller "business" and medical insurance is very costly. (If you're reading this, and you know us, and you work where he used to work, I'm sorry, but you know you're paying out the nose for blah insurance, although I know it's not the "company's" fault). I considered us to have a love/hate relationship with it. I loved and appreciated the things that the insurance DID in fact cover, but that wasn't much. I'm honestly not sure what we were paying for with the $800 per month, other than being able to say, "Yes, I have insurance." But whatever.....<br />
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In the spring of 2008, we got Maddie's first Medtronic Minimed. Our so-called insurance covered 20% of the $6000.00 pump. If you don't have a calculator for a brain, we paid $4800.00 for it. Now, mind you, we have 3 kids, and do not have $4800 just sitting around, so we had to finance it. Completely and thoroughly 1000% worth every penny. It is Maddie's life-line. It's what keeps her healthy, and for that, I'm very grateful.<br />
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This pump's warranty expired April 21st of 2012. Basically, what this means is that if the pump stops working, we are up the creek without a paddle, and back to the 8 shots a day Maddie goes. If the pump is within warranty, and the teeniest, tiniest thing happens, you'll have a brand new $6000.00 pump brought directly to your door step, or the door step of wherever you happen to be at that moment, the very next morning. Incidentally, my sister, who also wears the Minimed and lives in NC, was skiing in Colorado a few years back. Her pump stopped working one afternoon after skiing all day. One phone call later, and the very next morning, they called her from the front desk of the hotel with a completely brand new pump. That's it. Period. Winning~<br />
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So we've been going back and forth with the so-called insurance company, with Medronic, and with the finance company to get her new pump for over 7 months. At one point during the summer, I stopped communicating with them all, and started humbly and reverently praying that her old pump would not stop working. I guess it worked. Lo and behold, it was still working on the day we received the new one, on December 8th, 2012. (Thank you, Lord!)<br />
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Recently, Shawn got a new job, with brand new benefits, and "top of the line" medical insurance. It should not be called "medical insurance". It should be called "miracle insurance" because it does indeed perform miracles. <br />
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I stunned my Medtronic rep (and new best friend) when I told him what insurance we had. He called me back and was in shock. <br />
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"You have the best insurance I've ever seen in all my years at this company."<br />
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We received the pump a few days ago. Our miracle insurance paid for 98% (Yes, I said NINETY EIGHT PERCENT) of the $6000.00 pump, after we send in the old one for a credit. <br />
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After 7 1/2 months of hard core prayer, and a little anxiety mixed in, hoping her pump didn't fail, she is back on track and pumpin' away. God does perform miracles~MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-46825882161242164982012-12-10T23:33:00.000-05:002013-12-13T10:44:35.381-05:00The ArrivalIt's here. Finally. It's like Christmas came a little early this year. After 7 months, 20 days, and 6 hours, I heard the doorbell ring. There were tons of screams and giggles, (ok, ok...it was just me) as Shawn opened the door. <br />
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There he was. Dressed in his polyester blue shorts. He was beautiful. Older, yet distinguished, and wise. I loved him. And I loved what he brought me. <br />
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"Howdy, Ma'am." he said. There it was, in his wrinkly hands. I had to catch my breath when I saw it for the first time. <br />
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"Hey there! Where do I sign?" is all I managed to get out. I couldn't wait for his response. I snatched it and ran for my set of dull knives, grabbing the sharpest one, leaving Shawn to deal with him. My heart was beating so fast. My breath was quick and shallow.<br />
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I slit every piece of tape across that box. I ripped that sucker open like I was performing emergency surgery. As my knife was flying around violently, I noticed what it said in the Return Address area.<br />
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Oh, the word is such a beautiful one. As I held back my tears of excitement, I saw the tiny box inside, covered in shrink wrap. <br />
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Here it is! Here it is! Here it is! <br />
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"MADDIE--GET DOWN HERE!!!!"<br />
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Together, she and I scratched at the plastic shrink wrap like 2 little mice trying to get through a piece of sheet rock. Suddenly, she was the competition, seeing who could get the box opened first. <br />
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"Mama, let me see!"<br />
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"Maddie- get off of it!" Oh my, I had forgotten who I was, out of sheer excitement.<br />
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She put her hand over mine to try to get the box away from me.<br />
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"Maddie- STOP!" Yes, I am ashamed--I had lost all self control at this point.<br />
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As soon as I finished pushing Maddie to the ground, (totally kidding) I got the box opened. We heard the angels singing on our behalf. I was completely unaware of what was going on around me. At this point, all that was in existence was Maddie, me, and the brand new, beautiful, blue Revel pump. <br />
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We both gasped at the same time.<br />
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"Oh, it's so pretty!" she sighed.<br />
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"Yes. Yes, it is." I muttered as I held back my tears of joy.<br />
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Snapshot at the Endo's office. Gotta love a girl that can pose anywhere...even the restroom... Incidentally, this was after we found out her A1C had come down a lot, hence the huge grin. <br />
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top of it is when she goes somewhere without me, Shawn or my mom, all the while <br />
PROMISING to check her blood sugar, and correct for it, and for her food.) But <br />
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So now that she's 12, and thinks she's 25, our conversations go something like <br />
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"Maddie! Correct for your blood sugar and 60 carbs!"<br />
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"Ok."<br />
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"Did you correct?"<br />
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"I'm getting ready to."<br />
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"Did you do it?"<br />
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"Mama, I'm really getting ready to!"<br />
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"Do it now."<br />
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"Maddie, I'm waiting...."<br />
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"Ok. Correct for my blood sugar and 60 carbs" as she runs up the stairs. <br />
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"Don't forget!"<br />
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"I won't. I'm doing it now!"<br />
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"Maddie, did you correct?"<br />
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I wonder why I have to ask her to do it so MANY times, (the pump is attached to her body, so she doesn't have to go far to get it,) yet she forgets to correct. I know the years ahead are going to be hard, but I'm not sure I can handle the teenage years AND diabetes. I am trying to instill in her that SHE controls her diabetes and SHE controls her health, therefore SHE controls how she feels throughout the day. I want her life to be "normal" and I absolutely hate that she has to deal with this stupid disease every hour of the day. MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-90077026475525575032012-12-07T19:07:00.001-05:002013-12-13T10:37:37.474-05:00Middle SchoolIt's been a while since I've posted anything. I could say that "life has been busy" but isn't that true all the time? <br />
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Well, Maddie started middle school this year. The big 6th grade. Isn't that just the worst grade for everyone? Does anyone really ever say, "Wow...6th grade was the year for me. Those were the days...." I don't think so. Usually, those years are known as being the awkward years. The in-between years. Not fun, and usually not pretty. <br />
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Before the school year started, I called the school nurse to set up a time to meet with her and the core teachers. (Just as a quick note--I did the same thing last year, when she was at the elementary school, and I met with the principal, the teacher, and the teacher's assistant. Period. That's IT. No nurse or PE teacher.) <br />
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I showed up for the meeting about 15 minutes early, and sat down in the huge classroom where we were supposed to meet--just the 5 of us. In came the first core teacher, then the second core teacher, then the third core teacher, and finally the nurse. Ok, so I think we're going to start. Until her PE teacher marches in. Oh--ok. Good idea--the PE teacher needs to hear all of this. Lo and behold--here comes the band teacher, and then the art teacher, then the librarian, (whom I learn is the diabetes "go to gal"). Then the teacher (that Maddie doesn't have) that is type 1 and wears a pump, then the Section 504 lady, then the substitute nurse, and finally, the principal.<br />
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Holy diabetes, Batman! I thought it was cool last year when we met in the shoebox size Principal's office at the elementary school with BOTH the teacher, and her assistant. This was cray-cray! <br />
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So, here I am, with super-shy Maddie, sitting in front of 12 people I don't know, getting ready to make a corporate-like presentation. Yikes! But, I got through it. They asked what seemed like hundreds of questions, and I answered them, along with about a dozen "what if" situations. They told me what equipment they'd like to keep on hand at the school, and what they would do about her checking her blood inconspicuously. <br />
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I walked away that day very confident that she would be well taken care of. This was about 4 months ago, and so far, so good. <strike>Maybe</strike> H<strike>opefully</strike> This is going to be a great year!MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-34747578613106229242012-04-06T16:43:00.001-04:002013-12-13T10:34:49.305-05:00Maddie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This past summer, we made a very important decision. Maddie decided that she wanted to go back to school. Instead of going to the private school where she attended K-2nd grade, with a full-time nurse to keep a watchful eye on her, she went back to public school. Back to having 25 kids in one class, back to me not knowing what or how much she's eating, back to a nurse being at the school ONE day per week, back to regular daily recess and PE sessions, and back to me worrying about her for approximately 5 hours of the day. <br />
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I honestly enjoyed homeschooling Maddie. I can't guarantee that I was the best teacher in the world, but we had a really good time. Unfortunately, I'm not one of these supermoms that I have come in contact with on a weekly basis over the last 2 years who have made it their life's work to educate their children. I just did what I had to do at the time, and now I'm through with it. When I started really thinking of all the "normal" fun things that she was going to miss out on by not being in a school setting, I started to feel guilty. It doesn't have anything to do with her social skills, but more importantly, little things like chatting with her friends at lunch and recess, playing an informal game of kickball on the playground, field trips, Go Far, and the list goes on and on..... <br />
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I had started thinking about checking into the school where the neighborhood kids attend. I asked around (including people whose kids do not attend there) and found that it was in fact a great school--the best elementary school in the county. I made a brief mention of "going back to school" to Maddie, and she was all over it. All it took was one tour of the school, and she was hooked.<br />
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"Maddie, you HAVE to remember to check your blood."<br />
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"Maddie, you have to speak up when you are feeling low, or are high."<br />
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"Maddie, you have to call me if your site needs to be changed."<br />
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"Maddie, you have to remember to give yourself insulin when you're through eating lunch."<br />
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"Maddie? Maddie? Maddie, are you listening to me?!?"<br />
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Then it came time to talk to the teachers, principal, and nurse about diabetes. They are so very sweet. I laid everything out very simply and neatly, and they took notes, and asked questions, but they have never had a diabetic child at the school before, so I still worry. I was surprised to find that they were all attending a Type 1 seminar before school started, but I'm not sure how much information they were expected to retain--sometimes things like that are very overwhelming. I do believe that if there is a question about anything, they will not hesitate to call me. <br />
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So, now we've been in school for over a week, and I have to say, she LOVES it. Every day there's a new friend. Every day, something hilarious happens in class. Every day, they do some crazy-fun experiment or game. Every day is better than the day before. But still, every day I worry about her blood sugar. But at least I know she's having a great time and enjoying herself, and that they're taking good care of her....every day. <br />
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<br />MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-34792520479831956612010-09-13T15:43:00.005-04:002013-12-13T10:31:36.213-05:00Talent Show<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnr7V5RZ5MMp16n5-Low2KVZ4FRXHU8O2wAS6TeF-wwe0NvxeCrp8IWDgi4qTnH-mmSqQy5Z1LpubHjDDSyNs6LS9pxAb5NAw-SlSlEpPgiLaziWKi7S9t1eCvT71potVIa4eeNhSZixA/s1600/blog+divider.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a>
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Our church had a talent show--Maddie (age 9) chose to sing "Mighty To Save". The camera shaking is me trying not to ball my eyes out. I was and am SO proud of her!!! She is so much more brave than I am.<br />
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Maddie was asked by our music minister to sing this on Sunday July 4, 2010. We should always remember to thank those who serve our country.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanOuQh8Vlrav4i4o_J8I8kj9OYupESqpcMMV8p2WlbLFZ_CRe7dZTX_4ynG-ZMxqQdG8EZrAXO3_hB0igrHyqNOtHf36t3JI1j_-Ecao7Vo2sJb8ViNi0PTWdUTcgpCefog-LJngMme8/s1600/Easter+2010+047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516267583747829218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanOuQh8Vlrav4i4o_J8I8kj9OYupESqpcMMV8p2WlbLFZ_CRe7dZTX_4ynG-ZMxqQdG8EZrAXO3_hB0igrHyqNOtHf36t3JI1j_-Ecao7Vo2sJb8ViNi0PTWdUTcgpCefog-LJngMme8/s400/Easter+2010+047.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Maddie the jumproper<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifk4SQ6QMBhMdp8lmLfH9a-u9gdJLqsg7I8wz75616poTaP8Xo4ThmaPgdpzpvm1NvBrtf4REk7PFyfXgX4tvqt72rmH9nLTD7j2pEK9aJlB9JbvHSGzFnjYwDVgwPq57RYPZLyMI4Tn8/s1600/Easter+2010+057.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516268145657786498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifk4SQ6QMBhMdp8lmLfH9a-u9gdJLqsg7I8wz75616poTaP8Xo4ThmaPgdpzpvm1NvBrtf4REk7PFyfXgX4tvqt72rmH9nLTD7j2pEK9aJlB9JbvHSGzFnjYwDVgwPq57RYPZLyMI4Tn8/s400/Easter+2010+057.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Maddie the wiffle ball player<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZPzTF9oi9JLTAvKrywMOnnfaWznIVPVwqtlafGct_EWhk3A-yBqQgdsXRtHKSUPPTa1wla0v3Ec0x4g3xMxQjPrRnVu5wFwiDouayjhTmCo2mdjb153sKk9Z_Lhtd7x76BQkSfU3jLk/s1600/2010_0523Spring20100329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274257800691602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZPzTF9oi9JLTAvKrywMOnnfaWznIVPVwqtlafGct_EWhk3A-yBqQgdsXRtHKSUPPTa1wla0v3Ec0x4g3xMxQjPrRnVu5wFwiDouayjhTmCo2mdjb153sKk9Z_Lhtd7x76BQkSfU3jLk/s400/2010_0523Spring20100329.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a>Maddie the gymnast<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfVXPnfmjMTsKUmuzC86_NF9R0zoc-aLT7-9WX_cqCDR18LCYfdbVSY0AmZMwG039qNwXyBKDi21t_a-vHpJFOk4Hf5QQXbEDaTS7YWVD1eg2i4orX0znmDSsUVnHlQxd6C6CSjgKKuk/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516274814826618290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMfVXPnfmjMTsKUmuzC86_NF9R0zoc-aLT7-9WX_cqCDR18LCYfdbVSY0AmZMwG039qNwXyBKDi21t_a-vHpJFOk4Hf5QQXbEDaTS7YWVD1eg2i4orX0znmDSsUVnHlQxd6C6CSjgKKuk/s400/6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>Maddie the fashionista<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyr6YWkGADK7pXk6-4e67arm9TKjxIlrpS9YcpqN9KoZFpu-nNL7Pcg68CfPT65Y4J5tr1CmOVvIhdNDy_k9U5EJ5qW2farFTtoZ-XcFMomL3J7R3EfvjCg72zBieg3kgJj4aRJW-yd0Q/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516275310441111954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyr6YWkGADK7pXk6-4e67arm9TKjxIlrpS9YcpqN9KoZFpu-nNL7Pcg68CfPT65Y4J5tr1CmOVvIhdNDy_k9U5EJ5qW2farFTtoZ-XcFMomL3J7R3EfvjCg72zBieg3kgJj4aRJW-yd0Q/s400/4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a>Maddie the diva<br />
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Maddie the roller coaster rider<br />
(Carrowinds--and man, was that a nerve racking trip! High, then low, then high, then low....)<br />
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Maddie the caterpillar rider<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPlYFpJnHzTat34cAJ0Q7mxHortrWe1L4R8PxAhQO8WxfdfVMfmfrqLzDGVtlhDxyvYuWvW6RxsQ0fhXc2c2qe08WRkpdWLScGJ_vyKhIWLrosuHKRFMhZbe32z9nSwgyE1mSRyQfXuI/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516276492520374226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPlYFpJnHzTat34cAJ0Q7mxHortrWe1L4R8PxAhQO8WxfdfVMfmfrqLzDGVtlhDxyvYuWvW6RxsQ0fhXc2c2qe08WRkpdWLScGJ_vyKhIWLrosuHKRFMhZbe32z9nSwgyE1mSRyQfXuI/s400/3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 329px;" /></a>Maddie the swinger<br />
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Maddie, queen of the skate rink<br />
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MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-72771489454047795312010-04-26T14:51:00.000-04:002013-12-13T10:27:07.437-05:00CeliacNEGATIVE RESULTS FOR CELIAC DISEASE! Yay!!! <br />
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhoneMomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-69244890834910810012010-04-26T00:58:00.003-04:002013-12-13T10:26:24.715-05:00Should I, or Shouldn't I?Every time I see a child who has to use the bathroom constantly, I always think, "I bet she has diabetes, and they need to get her checked....." But I'm not bold enough to go up to the parent and scare the living daylights out of them. <br />
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Although, I would have appreciated it if someone would have said, "Your daughter is almost 6 years old and wearing a size 2T. And she's wetting the bed, when she's never done that, even when she was potty training. And she drinks constantly, and goes to the bathroom constantly. And her eyes are sort of sunken in. You should probably get her checked for diabetes."<br />
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There's a little girl on Reilly's soccer team that is 4 years old, and has to go to the bathroom probably every 10 minutes. I know this because my husband coaches the team, and she'll run off the field, mid game, and have to run to the port-a-john, leaving him wondering why they are 1 kid short on the field. <br />
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Last Saturday, as I watched her go back and forth and back and forth with her mom, I <span style="font-style: italic;">almost </span>suggested that they get her checked for diabetes. Or better yet, say, "I've got a glucometer in my purse--let me check her blood sugar, and give you a heart attack at the same time!" <br />
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But, I didn't. And for the rest of the day, I couldn't help but wonder if she really does have it, and should I have suggested it to her parents. <br />
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I mean, come on--if anyone knows the signs of high blood sugar, it's the mother of a diabetic, right? I'm not sure what to do next Saturday. I wouldn't want this family to find out in an emergency room, or get a phone call that the little girl has passed out at school. But I also don't want to blurt out, "I'LL BET SHE HAS DIABETES--AN AWFUL DISEASE THAT SHE'LL HAVE FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE--AND ALSO ONE THAT WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE VERY DIFFICULT! YOU SHOULD HAVE HER CHECKED FOR IT!"<br />
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I'm always quick to tell my friends and acquaintances what Maddie's symptoms were, just in case their child may show symptoms, and maybe they should get them checked. The sooner the better is what I believe. It's better than getting a shocking phone call, right? <br />
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Hhmmm.....what to do....what to do.....MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-52937748672037779292010-04-22T01:50:00.003-04:002013-12-13T10:25:21.886-05:00Oh No--I'm Bleeding!!I look tired all the time. This would be because I stay up until around 2 am, in order to check Maddie as late as I possible can, (hence the LATE night blog entries).<br />
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I do this for 2 reasons-- 1) I don't trust that the blood sugar reading before bed was on it's way up, or on it's way down, therefore causing her to crash in the middle of the night, and 2) I don't trust Maddie's pump. I spent 2 years controlling the insulin through shots, and now that I don't have to do that, I can't believe that a little $7,000 pump can figure out what my brain has been trained to do.<br />
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Anyway, every night, I go into her room and do the same routine. Every night. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. I always scoot her skinny legs out of the way, set her meter on her little tummy, watching it rise and fall as she breathes, then I put the strip in the meter, get the lancet ready, get her ring finger (because that the one SHE uses the least throughout the day,) and then stick her and put her blood on the strip.<br />
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As I wait for the reading, which takes about 4 or 5 seconds, I'll wipe off her blood so that she doesn't accidentally get it on her bedding while she sleeps. Then I either correct her, or give her tablets, or hopefully do nothing, and leave her room.<br />
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At this point, I always go straight into my bathroom and wash my face and brush my teeth. But the funny thing is, that almost every night, I have blood on either my first finger, or my thumb, depending on which way I was balancing the meter while I was wiping off her finger. And almost every night seeing the dried blood on my hand startles me.<br />
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I don't know why I do this--I do it almost every night. I'm not afraid of blood, or anything like that, it's just that as an adult, if I'm ever bleeding, I usually know about it. But EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, it's there, and it always startles me. My first reaction is always, "Oh no! I've got blood on my hand! What have I done to myself?" Then almost immediately I realize that it's Maddie's blood, and I wash my hands.<br />
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It's become a habit that as I wash my hands, almost every night, at 2:00 in the morning, I think to myself that it's sad that I've got my daughter's blood on my hands almost every night. That should not be allowed. I shouldn't have to poke and prod my child to draw blood as she sleeps. No one should have to do that. It's just not fair. Just another reason that I hate diabetes.....MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-28908570146441633652010-04-14T18:59:00.005-04:002013-12-13T10:23:56.251-05:00The Dreaded AppointmentEvery other month we see our endo, and on the way there, I dread finding out what Maddie's A1C is. This time was no different. Alas, the A1C machine (don't know what it's called) beeped, so I asked. She had gone from 8.5 to 8.7. Although I was glad she wasn't in the 9's, going UP was not the direction that I was hoping to have gone.<br />
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I allow Maddie to be a little higher at night, or I don't give her the complete correction, because I have this eminent fear that she will crash during the night, and not wake up. Because whatever the number is, I don't know if it's going up, or down at a rapid pace. (We do not have the CGM at this point in time.) This is my problem--she's too high during the night and first thing in the morning. And it's all my fault. I've come to grips with this. I take full responsibility.<br />
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<b>I HATE DEALING WITH THIS STUPID DISEASE. </b><br />
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In addition to screwing up her A1C, her height and weight has gone from the 50th percentile, to the 25th percentile over the last year. Yeah, I know--I'm such a great mom.....not. My child is shrinking. Well, actually, she's not shrinking, she's just not growing.<br />
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<b>I HATE DIABETES!!!</b><br />
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"But she's picky!" and "She isn't hungry much of the time!" and "She eats healthy food MOST of the time, so she's probably not getting enough calories!" These were my ignorant and useless justifications for my reprimanding from the doctor. Basically, she's not eating ENOUGH, therefor, not getting enough insulin. Could this be any more difficult to grasp in my little blonde brain? <br />
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Everytime I read other type 1 moms' blogs, I learn something new--like how the humidity can alter blood sugars, or how allergies to pollen can send you through the roof. Will I ever get the hang of this? I mean, come on, people--you would think that after almost 5 years, I would have gotten the hang of this by now. <br />
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Nope. Did I mention that I hate this stupid disease?MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-25591421565676111702010-04-02T01:42:00.003-04:002013-12-11T22:26:07.098-05:00Pulling an All-NighterMaddie has been looking forward to her first soccer practice for weeks. Thursday April 1st was the sought after day. She's had her practice clothes out for weeks, which by the way, are coordinated with her socks, shin guards, and pink striped cleats. Incidentally, she also had decided that she would wear 2 low pony tails behind her ears, instead of the conventional 1 pony tail on the back of the head.<br />
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The pink and purple soccer ball from Justice has been in her hot pink adidas bag for a few days now, and the hot pink water bottle was washed and ready to go. I had informed Maddie and her brother to fill their water bottles and put them in the freezer a few hours before time to go. It was 80 degrees here today, so I knew they would need them frozen, in order for them to be cold at practice.<br />
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Well, 5:30 came and my 2 soccer players went, and the water bottles remained in the freezer. In my defense, there's only so much one person can handle at once, and I was furiously trying to feed them before they hit the road.<br />
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So, of course, <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> had forgotten to give the kids their water. Fortunately there was a Sheetz on the way to the field, so my husband stopped off and got each of them a big cold Aquafina.<br />
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Upon arriving at the field, both kids jumped out of the car, as if it were Christmas morning, and ran to the field. My husband, who was coerced into coaching the 5 year-olds, followed close behind, carrying all of his stuff.<br />
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Lo and behold, there was one important thing left in the car--Maddie's water. Not that of my husband, or my 5 year-old rough and tough soccer dude, but alas, it was <span style="font-style: italic;">Maddie's</span> water.<br />
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Now, we all know the horrible cycle of dehydration for those of us who don't have diabetes, but for a diabetic, it's sooooo much worse. Dehydration leads to high blood sugars, ketones, and all kinds of other lovely things. The last time Maddie was severely dehydrated, we were instructed to take her to the ER, where she was hooked up to an IV all day. I will give anything in order to avoid that traumatic experience again.<br />
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When Maddie returned from practice, she was in the 500's. Because she had been active for an hour prior to that check, I took off 100, and corrected her for 400. I do take her pump off when she plays sports, because let's face it--I don't want to purchase another $7,000 pump, when I am barely able to pay for this one. She will usually go high because of adrenaline, but I can't always count on that, so I like her to be on the high side when she's going to be active.<br />
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Anyhoo, knowing there was no basil for an hour or so, I was expecting her to be high when she got home, but also expected her to go low quickly, once her adrenaline stopped, and she was able to cool down. All of this time, no one, except for Maddie was aware that she had had NO water the entire practice.<br />
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An hour after the initial post-practice check, she was in the high 400's, so I corrected her again, this time for the whole amount, but I set the pump alarm to go off in 1 hour so I could recheck and see where she was, thinking that she would be very low.<br />
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She got in the shower, messed around in her room for a bit, and when the hour was up, I checked her again. Still in the 400's. So I changed her site. No big deal. Then it was bedtime, and off to bed she went, with her meter in tow. I would be checking her again before I hit the hay.<br />
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At about 11:00, she came down the steps complaining that she was freezing and <span style="font-style: italic;">almost</span> violently shivering. OK, this is one thing I had not seen her ever do, unless she was scared by a thunderstorm, or unless the heat was broken in our house. I checked her, and she had gone down to near her normal range. She felt warm, so I checked her temperature, and she was around 100, but that was while shivering, so I'm not really sure if that was even accurate.<br />
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We gave her Tylenol, a bottle of water in order to check ketones at a later time, wrapped her up in my Snuggie (leopard print--love it!!) and my husband carried her off to our bed, to snuggle her up and try to get her warm.<br />
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A while later, I checked on them, and she was wide awake watching Cory in the House, and Shawn was snoring like a jack hammer, as usual. She was still sipping on her water, and had checked her ketones, which turned out to be "small". I figured this was partly because of the whole water bottle situation that had gone down earlier in the evening.<br />
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I checked her temperature once again, and she was 104!!! She's my first of 3 children, and I've been fortunate enough to have healthy kids (other than diabetes), who catch the occasional bug, or cold, or every now and then get an ear infection, but I've NEVER had a child with a fever of 104. That's as high as my thermometer goes, and I didn't think it ever really went that high.<br />
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So after a call to the Endo at 1:30 a.m., who was out of town, then a call to the pediatrician, who wants to see her in the morning, we put her in a luke-warm bath, and put cooler pajamas on her.<br />
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Now, here I sit at my computer, which will be my companion for a while tonight, as I sit and wait for my opportunities to check her blood sugar every 2 hours, ketones as often as she has to use the bathroom, temperature, and administer Tylenol/Ibuprofen every 3 hours, and try to convince her to drink, drink, drink at any opportunity that she wakes up.<br />
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I'd rather not try to sleep, for fear that I will inadvertently turn off the alarm, not realizing that it's going off for a reason. Plus, I'm able to stay awake, with adequate TV shows and movies DVR'd, and Thursday night happens to be a good TV night. Not to mention that my only sleeping option is in Reilly's bunk bed, in which I will either be kicked in the face all night, or sleep with transformers, who happened to have gathered on the top bunk. Maddie's bed, which, while it is very comfortable, it is a day bed/trundle, and I happen to like to stick my feet out sometimes, and you know how day beds are--they're all tucked in. I know, I know.....it's really late, and I'm getting a little loopy.....<br />
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Anyhoo, I'm hoping the fever will go away, or go down to a normal 100 or so, and that there will be NO ketones, and normal blood sugars. Maybe this is, in fact, strep, as the pediatrician suggested, or maybe she's just really dehydrated, which is my intuition. You know what they say--a mother always knows, and my mom was always right about everything. At least that's what I've learned at the ripe old age of 35. We'll see....<br />
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For a long time, he called it "beetees" and he knew that beetees hurt his Sissy, and that we don't like beetees, and that when you have beetees, you have to go to the doctor more times, get more shots, give more blood, and a whole lot of other scary things.<br />
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Over time, and after hearing us openly discuss the importance of Maddie's blood sugar, insulin, food, pump, exercise, and overall health, he's come to understand a little bit more about it....well, as much as a 5, almost 6 year old <i>without </i>diabetes can understand.....or so I thought. <br />
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They play a lot together at home, so he has learned to be patient when it comes to waiting for her to check her blood, or waiting for her to give herself her insulin, or waiting while she gets her site changed. He just knows that it's something that she has to do, and she can resume playing as soon as she's through with whatever it is that she needs to do. <br />
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Today, we were riding in the car, and as usual, we were in a rush. And as any other frazzled mom would do, I drove through the McDonald's drive thru to feed my kids their lunch. There is one very important thing here that I need to state in my defense. Upon eating the entire contents of a happy meal, although nutritionally it's horrible for her to eat, I know the exact number of carbs she's putting into her body.<br />
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**For the record, I prefer Chick-Fil-A, but unfortunately, it's not on my way home. <br />
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Yes, I know that it is not real chicken, and everything is fried, and that essentially it's total crap, but nonetheless, I know the exact number of carbs that she's eating. <br />
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As we drove, she and I went through the whole song and dance, which goes a little something like this:<br />
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"Maddie, did you check your blood?"<br />
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"Yes."<br />
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"What were you?"<br />
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"127."<br />
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"Did you eat all your nuggets?"<br />
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"Yes."<br />
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"Did you eat all your fries?"<br />
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"Yes."<br />
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"Even the ones in the bottom of the box?"<br />
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"Yes, mama."<br />
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Then I tell her to give herself insulin for the correct number of carbs, according to the nutritional labels inside McDonald's, on the Happy Meal box, and on my nifty little iPhone app, in which I know ALL nutritional information of a bazillion food items at a bazillion different restaurants all over the USA. And fortunately, it's correct every time. She's never high afterward.....usually..... <br />
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Anyhoo, my point to all of this is that after hearing us discuss this over and over, and after hearing us talk about diabetes at home, at church, at school, and after many explanations, I assumed that her brothers (to an extent) were as familiar with this disease as we are, in an age appropriate way, of course. Honestly, I guess I had never thought about what <i>they</i> thought diabetes was, or how it "happened". <br />
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The car was quiet, everyone was finishing up their fries and ready to tear open the almost-unopenable toy with their teeth, and I hear a little voice in the back of the car. It was that of my sweet Reilly, my middle child, my almost-kindergartner, my rough and tough soccer player, and my one who gives some of the best kisses.<br />
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"Mama?"<br />
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"Yes?"<br />
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"I know you love Maddie, and I know you take good care of her, but could you PLEASE not give me beetees when I'm a big kid like her?"<br />
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All of a sudden, I realized that he knew NOTHING about diabetes. Somehow, he thought that Shawn and I had "made" or "let" Maddie have diabetes. He thought that we had given permission for this to happen to her, and that we may decide to let him or his brother have it, too. <br />
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My heart broke into a thousand little pieces. I don't even remember the drive home. I didn't know what to say, or how to respond. How could he think that I had control over this, and how could he think that I let Maddie have it? Why would he think that? Why would he think that I would do that to him?<br />
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After I gathered the pieces of myself that had been scattered by the words of a 5 year old, I thought about my response for just a minute.<br />
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"Reilly--Daddy and I didn't make Sissy get diabetes, and if I had been given a choice, I would NEVER have let her get it. If I could, I would give anything in the world for her to NOT have it. We wouldn't do that to any of our babies--you know that! For some reason, God has allowed her to have diabetes, but it's okay, because we know that He is in control of it. We don't know why now, and we'll never know why she has it. But we are going to trust Him, and take good care of her so she stays healthy. I don't think God wants you to have diabetes, although if He does someday, we'll know just how to take care of you. But you know that no matter what, God is going to take care of all of us."<br />
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He didn't respond to my reply, and Maddie didn't chime in either. Brendan, who is almost 3 and doesn't have much to say about anything, was also silent. We drove the rest of the way home without a word.<br />
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I don't think Reilly was asking me that so that he could be selfishly assured that he was in the clear. I don't even think that he even cared about my long and drawn out answer to his question. Actually, I don't think anyone was even listening to what I was saying. Unfortunately for me, that happens often in my family. <br />
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I, however, was listening to the words that were coming out of my mouth. I don't even think that they came from MY blond head. I think it was just God's way of reminding me (yet again) that, not me, but He is in control of everything.<br />
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MomOfType1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13885021634669842497noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132520669435097266.post-57267221312664785372010-02-28T02:47:00.001-05:002013-12-08T21:02:37.418-05:00The "S" WordAs adults, we find ourselves saying words that aren't really a big deal, when coming out of the mouths of adults. <br />
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"This outfit looks like crap on me" or "Shut up! That is TOO funny!" or "Trust me, I felt SO stupid!" or "Eww--I HATE anchovies!"<br />
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But as you have children, and you continue to say these "bad" words, you realize that out of all the thousands of words your child hears everyday, they will only repeat the things that you DON'T want them to repeat, and words that sound rather inappropriate coming out of a child's mouth.<br />
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I'll never forget when Maddie was in her "Terrible Two's" (before she was diagnosed) she picked up on our (incidentally, I place equal blame on my husband) use of these "bad" words, which were only ever used in a casual, non-threatening way. <br />
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"I hate my hair! Please tell me if it looks stupid!"<br />
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"Can you believe I put on 2 different socks?!? I just realized how stupid it looks. The lighting in this closet is so crappy!"<br />
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"I can't get this stupid can opener to work!!!" (Can I get an Amen on that one ladies? Does anyone REALLY have a can opener that actually works??)<br />
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Anyhoo, we learned very quickly that stupid, crap, hate, and shut up, although mostly used in jest, and not EVER used to hurt anyone's feelings, or to be mean, were words that we could not say in front of Maddie.<br />
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Fast forward 7 years and 2 more children, and still, I feel a sense of sudden regret when I slice my finger open, and let a "crap" slip, or see an advertisement for a pole dancing exercise DVD on TV, and say that it's "stupid" under my breath, only to be reminded by my 5 year old that "Ooooh--mama said a bad word!" knowing good and well that those will be the first 6 words out of his mouth when my husband gets home, or as soon as he walks into my parents' house for a visit. <br />
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Embarrassed, I always explain that while it IS a "bad" word, sometimes grown-ups use it, but not in a mean way, and when he is 35, he can use those words as much as he'd like. But not before then. <br />
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One morning recently, after we had been up all night checking blood and ketones, and eventually changing her site, Maddie and I, both VERY tired from the night before, were working on her schoolwork. The house was quiet, she was almost through, and she stopped and put her pencil down.<br />
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As we both happened to yawn at the same time, she said, "Mama, can I say a bad word?"<br />
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"Um....". What is the correct answer to that question?!?<br />
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"Just this one time while Reilly and Brendan aren't around."<br />
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Stunned, and before I could answer, she screamed, "Diabetes is STUPID, and I HATE it! It's nothing but CRAP!" And then she just looked at me, waiting fir my reaction. <br />
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After blurting out all of those obscenities, she still looked tired, but she had a slight sense of relief on her sweet little face. I have to admit, those words do sound far worse coming out of a sweet little 9 year-old, innocent mouth.<br />
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She sheepishly waited for me to scowl, or to reprimand her. <br />
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After all, she was simply stating the truth about something that we have to fight every day. Something that rules her life and interrupts everything she does. Something that NOT ONE of her friends has to deal with. Something that makes her different. Something that is unfair and tries to defeat her every minute of the day. <br />
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So obviously, I smiled wide, and proudly said, "Maddie, I couldn't agree with you more!" <br />
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