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Wordless Wednesday: Baby Love

Scared to have a baby?  Don’t be.  Just look at all of these adorable, healthy, thriving children, all born to type 1 diabetics!  And another bundle of joy is on the way arriving this March!

D Babies

 

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Shout it from the Rooftops

Last week I had my quarterly endo checkup.  The past few years I have been doing relatively well in the diabetes health department.  Blood pressure, cholesterol, liver and kidney functions, thyroid, a1c in the 6’s and 7’s… all in range of where my doctor wants to be, so I have been extremely happy with how I have been doing.

About a month ago I was in a study and my a1c was a 6.1.  The lowest I have ever been.  But after that I felt like I kind of fell off the diabetes wagon and let things slide.  I didn’t test nearly as often as I usually do.  I was eating more carbs. My exercise dropped off.  I wasn’t burnt out but I was not on top of my game.. because clearly I have “game”.  So when I went in for my checkup I was expecting my a1c to be around 6.5 and I knew I was going to have to be okay with that.  It’s still a great number, don’t get me wrong, but I knew I could work hard to bring it down again.

Then my doctor broke the news to me.  So you’re a1c is a 5.7.  I was floored. I actually said, “excuse me?”  He then shook my hand and said congratulations.  This is the lowest a1c I’ve ever had since turning diabetic 18 years ago.  BOOM bitches! (and by bitches I mean pancreas)  I felt like shouting it from the rooftops.

But I won’t lie.. I’m kinda freaked out about keeping it there!  Even if I do go above a 6 again, it’s totally fine but I know I can be below it, so let’s do this thing!

And while this news is amazing I am sad.  What makes me sad, are my parents.  I happened to see them the same day as my appointment for a Pride Concert: I Am Harvey Milk.  (Wonderful production by the Denver Gay Men’s Chorus) They asked what was new and I said I had a checkup and that I was doing really well.  Everything was in check and that my a1c was a 5.7.  They just said okay and didn’t even take note.

I wish they would say that’s great news and congratulations.  I wish they knew how hard it is to stay between the lines.  I wish that when I have a high or go low they wouldn’t judge me.  (Maybe they don’t but it feels like it)  I wish they were proud of me as a diabetic.

But what makes me happy are my dpeeps.  When they heard the good news they congratulated me, said I was amazing, asked how do I do it… claiming I was “cheating” somehow.  (I wish there was a cheat!)

So for now I can’t let my parents get to me and bask in the awesomeness of my friends.  I am a happy and proud diabetic.  I schooled these past three months and I will continue to do so.  And according to many websites “For someone who doesn’t have diabetes, a normal A1C level can range from 4.5 to 6 percent”  Awwww yeah!

I’m shouting it from the rooftops: 5.7 A1C!

What’s Your Most Important Number?

I know that every time you test your blood sugar the number that comes out is valuable information.  But for me, for some reason I feel like my morning blood sugar is the most important.  Maybe because I don’t know what my sugars have been doing for 8 hours and when I rock a 120, I know I’ve been in my target range for a good chunk of time.  Granted, I didn’t really do anything to make it drop or spike but…nonetheless it feels good.  (And no I’m not perfect because clearly you were all thinking that, I know.  There are definitely nights where I go low or Dexcom wails at me that I’m climbing into the 300’s for some unknown reason. #diabeticmystery)

And don’t get me wrong.  I LOVE the feeling when I nail a bolus for an unexpected snack or a carb heavy meal or I exercise and drop my basal rate just the right amount.  They are all small victories and I mentally high five myself (sometimes I physically slap my hands over my head too).   But that morning blood sugar win gets me going on the right foot and sometimes sets the pace for the day.  Until I have coffee.  Then all bets are off.