Thursday, December 9, 2010
Can you guess what the grandparents will be getting for Christmas?
We're still out here in the DOC blogland, but busy busy busy! As I am sure most moms are this time of year.
For Thanksgiving the kids and I took a trip to see my parents, 2 days of driving, 2 days of fun and 2 more days of driving. It was worth it, but let me say my dad's homemade fudge, just a small piece, had us fighting High BG's for a day and a half, even with site changes and new insulin. Could be the traveling and not following routines too contributed to that too?
Once we got back we had big Sister's baptism to get ready. Also, I was busy doing PTO stuff. Oh and a Endo appointment too, A1C is 8.3 up from 8.1 3 months ago. Not too happy about that, so we are going to kick it into high gear and get it down! We've been between 8.1 and 8.5 since dx. I'm ready to move into the 7's now, thank you very much!
Christmas is approaching very quickly and I am going to get it done this week. Decorations are up, most presents bought and/or made. This week I want to send out the Christmas cards, mail the packages, finish the buying. Then next week I'll work on wrapping so that by the time school is out I can enjoy the time with my kids and maybe do some baking, we love handing out plates of goodies to our friends and neighbors. We have our church's Christmas party this Saturday, I am also on the committee for that and I feel we're in the home stretch now, it's been a big thing to work on, but fun!
This is my train of thought right now though.
Holidays are hard when you're trying to convince yourself that your kid is "normal".
Last year, we were new with this T1 stuff, being dx'd 2 weeks before Thanksgiving the holidays are a blur, this year I am seeing how much FOOD and CARBS play a part in celebrating. I am working on doing some re-focusing, but it's not as easy as I want it to be.
I hope all of you are enjoying the Spirit of the Season. I hope you are enjoying your family and remembering the sacrifices of our Lord and remembering that Jesus is the Reason for the Season. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or something else. I'd like to wish you a Merry Christmas!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
1. Just because it says Sugar Free, does not mean my kid can have it without permission from me, a finger poke, or a bolus.
2. Just because it's got sugar in it does not mean that my kid can't have it at all.
3. Korky's Type 1 Diabetes is not the same as your Grandma's Diabetes, in fact Kork's Great-Grandma (my Grandma) has Diabetes, and Korky's paternal Grandpa (Brian's dad), and paternal Great-Uncle (Brian's uncle) had it too. She didn't get it from them, they have Type 2, big difference.
4. Yes, my kid loves candy and sugar and treats, when she was little like 2 or 3 she'd wake up in the middle of the night, like 2am, sneak some candy and turn on the TV. That is not the reason she developed Type 1 Diabetes, nope, it wasn't because she ate too much candy. She just happens to be born with a faulty pancreas. Again, she was born with a faulty pancreas, we did not damage it.
5. If she says she needs to check her BG, then she needs to, she's not doing it for attention. If she falls asleep or goes droopy all of a sudden, then something is wrong. Give her some kind of sugar, then check her BG, it can be scary, but try to stay calm. You'll have time to freak out or break down later. If she starts 'freaking out', crying uncontrollably, fighting with you, yelling at you and yes even hitting you, then again something is wrong, talk to her in a calm voice, check her BG or get her to do it, give her a correction, call me and let her lay down for a rest. Don't let it hurt your feelings, she never remembers what she did, she didn't mean it, she still loves you.
6. I may seem calm, I may seem like Diabetes doesn't affect me, I may seem like I'm not overwhelmed, like I'm not thinking about it all the time, like I'm not completly freaked out. It's just a facade, I am always thinking about D, I am always worried. I struggle to trust Korky with herself and to let her have some independance, in fact I struggle with letting anyone take care of Korky, even my own husband her dad. I know he should be my number 1 and I do trust him, but I still struggle with it internally. I am not sure if it's trust I struggle with or fear or a combination of both.
7. I have one more.... Diabetes doesn't define Korky, or me either for that matter. It doesn't have to take center stage. There's more to us, but on the flip side, I appreciate your concern, your willingness to learn and you're desire to help us.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Here are 3 people I am most Thankful for, Graham (3 years old), Stasia (7 almost 8) and Korky (6). They are decorating their pizzas as my GrammyBoy would say. We used, leftover spaghetti sauce, pizza sauce, ham, pepperoni, green onions, mushrooms, black olives, jalapenos, leftover taco meat, and bacon bits, and of course cheese.
Here is Korky, clearly enjoying her pizza and her Junk Food Carbfest D-aversary.
Friday, November 5, 2010
So my question to you "seasoned" D moms (and Dads and those who actual have the dreaded D) is this something to celebrate? What do you do to commemorate the occasion? Do you just let it go by unannouced? Part of me just wants to be sad about it, but another part of me thinks it is worth celebrating, we've lived with this for a year, it's been a major challenge for all of us, and I think we're doing pretty good. Kortnie wants to do something fun to mark the 1st year, so I guess we should. I just don't really have any ideas of what to do. I'd love to hear if and how you all "celebrate" your D-aversaries.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
The walk took place last Saturday October 30th. Tempe is about a 3 hour drive for us. We decieded that we'd just drive down early Saturday morning, so we left here about 5:30am and got there right at 9:00. We ended up doing only the 1.5 mile fun walk rather than the full 3.2 mile walk. We figured that would be much easier on the kids and our sanity as well. After the walk was over we checked out the booths, I signed us up for trial net, and the kids got to paint pumpkins. We enjoyed the lunch that the walk put on as well. We were in a hurry to get back home for trick or treating though, so we didn't hang around too long. I think next year, we will plan to go down to the Valley the night before and make it more of a family weekend getaway.
Below are some pictures of us on walk day, the weather was beautiful, the people we saw treated Kortnie like a princess and she enjoyed getting some good attention because of her diabetes, people with knowledge asking her "smart" questions about her diabetes, her pump, her test kits, etc. She told me that it was nice that we didn't have to talk about it all day. Which I didn't get at first because it was like Diabetes was everywhere, but later I figured that she meant we didn't have to answer the same questions or explain the same things over and over like we do with non-D people.
Our family walk team (right to left) Big Sister Stasia (7 almost 8), Korky our D-kid (6 years old), Daddy-O Brian, Me, best friend Zoie (7 also almost 8) and on my lap is little brother Graham (3 years old).
Friday, October 29, 2010
Last year 2009, look at that skinny neck and arms, they make her head look big, see how pale she is and the bags under her eyes, they are kind of sunk back in her head too.
Friday, October 15, 2010
The point I am trying to make is that I find it amazing how much my 3 year old boy knows about "diabetes stuff". It's a "good" feeling to know that Kortnie's Diabetes is a family affair around our house and not just something for she and I to deal with.
But on the flip side, I also find it a little sad. Sad that my 3 year old knows that we "worry" about carbs, sad that he also comes up to me and says "Korky's being mean, you make her check her blood", sad that he knows he can't just have the random juice box he finds in the car because it's Korky's medicine. I find it sad and scary that my older daughter (almost 8) came running in the door one afternoon and told me, "Kortnie's low I need to take her a snack!", and she grabs a slim jim and a water bottle and then runs off again before I had the time to tell her that slim jim's and water are free snacks and what she really needs is a juice box and why the heck don't they just give her the glucose tabs that are in her backpack! They were on their way home from school, Kortnie was sitting on the curb about 6 houses away and of course I followed Anastasia right out the door, juice box and car keys in hand, she was 135 when she left school and in the 15 minutes they had been walking and messing around (it's only a 10 minute walk, but you know kids they have to stop and visit with every dog or friend they see) she dropped down to a 67. Anyways, I just find it a little sad that not only does Diabetes affect Kortnie's life, but it affects the lives of my 2 other kids in big ways too. I am also proud of my 2 non-D kids for taking it all in stride, loving and supporting their sister, learning about her disease and making efforts to help her.
We are about 3 weeks away from our first D-aversary. We've come a long way baby, and I'm not too sure I'm happy about it.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
We met each other in June of 2008 when I went back to work after having a year off when my last baby was born. The S family is a mom and dad, a 22 year old daughter, a 16 year old daughter and a 7 year old boy. The S family (mom and oldest daughter) had an add in a local grocery store for their home based day care. This was pre-diabetes mind you. Anyways, I called them up, interviewed them, looked around their property and decieded that they would be a good fit for our family. They quickly became our friends and more like family than our babysitters. They love us and we love them. Our babysitter relationship with them went on for a few months over a year, before the big D hit.
The S family was on vacation when Korky was dx'd. Their Grandpa had been ill so they were off visiting him, my kids had been going to a different babysitter (also a good friend of ours) and ironically enough on the first day the S family was back in town is when I took Korky to the ER and got her diagnosis. I took a 3 month leave of absence from my full-time job at Walmart so that we would have time to adjust to our new way of life, also so that we'd have what we thought was alot of time to train the S family on how to take care of Korky. I ended up not ever going back to work. The S family was more than willing to learn how to take care of Korky, they read books, they came over at lunchtime and practiced drawing up the insulin in the syringe, they learned how to check blood sugar, how to calculate how much insulin to give, they gave us love and support. That was all well and good, but I just couldn't bring myself to hand over my 5 year old daughter to someone else for 8-10 hours a day and have them give her shots! So, I left work and they lost us as full-time customers at their day care. We still agreed to stay friends of course. We still are close friends, we see each other a few times a week, sometimes their little boy comes home to our house with Kortnie after school and they have play dates. We spend quite a few of our Saturday's over at their house, and their 16 year old daughter, K, has become our "date night" babysitter. K suffers from hypoglycemia, so she has a grasp on what low blood sugar feels like, she also has mastered most of Kortnie's pump functions, she can check Kortnie's blood sugar, figure out carbs and give a bolus using the EzCarb or EzBg functions on the pump. And, if she has any questions we are only a text or cell phone call away, she never hesitates to call us if she needs us. Her high school is only 2 blocks away from Kortnie's elementary school and she's even on Kortnie's emergency list. It might seem crazy to you, but K, a 16 year old girl, is the number one person I would trust Kortnie with besides my husband and I. Her older sister and parents are a close second.
So, this past Saturday we were over at the S familie's home, we were visiting, and making multiple batches of bannana bread, the Kortnie and Andre were riding horses, running around all over the place, sword fighting, climbing in the tree house, chasing bugs and horney toads, playing with the dogs, and swinging on the swing set. They were having a wonderful time, the weather was nice and we were all enjoying ourselves. That morning we had been to our town's Harvest Festival and the Pumpkin Patch. While ate a late lunch of chicken sandwiches and chips while at the S home and nobody was really in the mood for dinner. About 530pm I was getting ready to head home, and Kortnie asked that fateful question, "Can I sleep over here?" Oh man, what do you say, the kids are having fun, this family is my "go to" family, all 5 of them were planning on spending the night at home, the young ladies didn't have Saturday night plans so I knew that Kortnie would be in good hands. So, I said okay, but told her I was scared because it would be the first time she would be away from me since she got T1D. She told me she would be okay, I made it clear to her that if her numbers got weird than I would be coming to get her. So it was around 5:30, we checked her BG (she was 195 a little high, but not too bad for her), gave her some bannana bread and a bolus and I left to come home with my 2 other kids. I called her at 8:00pm, told her to check her BG, it was 307! Oh no, I said I don't like it being that high, you need to come home, she started crying and got all sad, so I said, okay, get a bolus and I'll call you back in an hour. So, they gave her a bolus using EzBg and I called back at 9pm, check your BG I said, she did and now it's 334! Oh no, now I told her she has to come home because I will have to check her all night long, she was crying, but Mrs S was able to talk her into coming home, told her it had been a crazy day and none of us had been eating right and that was why she was all messed up (very true). So, Mrs S brought her home to us, checked her again at 10, she was down to 310 gave her another bolus and sent her to bed, check again at 130am she was still 318, another bolus and finnally at 630am she was down, but too low now she was down to a 72. We got that under control and for the rest of Sunday she was right on target.
So, I tried, I tried to let my daughter be a regular 6 year old and spend the night with a friend, I tried to be brave and I falied, or D got in the way, or both. I feel bad for my baby, her heart was broken at having to come home and the next morning when her sister asked, "how come you came home?" she cried and said her BG's were too high. This sucks, stupid D! Oh well, I guess we are gonna try again this weekend. We are going to eat normal and more on scheduale this Saturday and see if we can make this work again. I am scared, I am nervous, but I also trust the S family with my baby, I know they love her and will watch over her. I am thankful for them, but I'm still gonna worry. Wish us luck.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Well, two Sunday's ago 10 months after that fatefull visit to the ER, I had to go back again. The day started off good, Kortnie's D was behaving itself, my husband left to go spend the day dirtbike riding with his friends. I got the kids showered and dressed and we headed off to church. Our baby boy wasn't feeling well, he had a fever, cough and runny nose. I figured we'd go to the Sacrament Meeting portion of church, then we'd take the girls to Sunday School, listen to the oldest girl give her talk, then I'd bring the boy home while the girls stayed at Sunday School for the next hour and a half or so. I arranged for a neighbor to drive the girls home, Kortnie, had checked her BF and it was 128, a good number. I brought the boy home, got him changed into comfy jammies, set him up on the couch with crackers, water, pillow and blanket, and Tom and Jerry cartoons. My husband and his friend pull up and I go out to see how their ride went and help them unload. Well, guess what, hubby crashed and he crashed good, he looks terrible and is limping around. Great this is all I need, we got his gear unloaded and took him upstairs thinking he just needed a good soak in the tub. WRONG! He had road rash all up his left side, terrible cuts, scrapes, and bruises already forming, his shoulder was swollen up really bad too.
So, it was husband's turn for the ER. I called a friend to come sit with the boy and wait for the girls to get home from church, we have some great friends, a family that we are close with, their daughters are 22 and 16 and their son is 6 the same age as my Kortnie. We are blessed that this family has taken on the task of learning all about Kortnie's diabetes, they are the only ones I feel I can truly trust with our Kortnie for an extended period of time. Of course there are phone calls and texts involved with them reporting BG #'s and asking about carb counts, but they are willing and able to help us out with Kortnie. The 22 year old daughter was able to come that day.
So, here we are back in the ER on another Sunday, waiting in the waiting room with my husband, it was a busy day at the ER that day, the memories of that Sunday 10 months ago sat heavy on my heart. The outcome was different of course, hubby ended up with a broken collarbone, 4-6 weeks of healing time in a sling, not much you can do for that. But, what I want to tell you about is how many memories came flooding back to me. I haven't been back to the ER since Kortnie was diagnosed, I didn't even think it would affect me, but it did. I could see clearly in my mind, how small and sick and afraid my little girl was. I saw Dr's and nurses that helped out with Kortnie. The lighting, the smells, the rhythm of the ER all brought something back. I like to say that Sunday in November of 2009 was the worst day of my life, I was scared, my baby was scared, we were uneducated and looking into a life of the unknown, we didn't really know if she'd make it through the night, through the next couple of days and if she did our lives would be changed in a big way forever and if she didn't make it our lives would still be changed forever. Big thoughts, big issues, I could feel it all over again. After my husband was discharged we went across the street to Walgreens to fill his prescriptions and as I was standing in the parking lot a helicopter took off from the hospital taking someone to Phoenix for further medical care. Kortnie and I had flown to Phoenix that Sunday 10 months ago as well. Seeing that helicopter take off brought more memories to my mind and heart and I was feeling those emotions all over again, but this time, I realized that Sunday 10 months ago when Kortnie was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes, was still pretty much the WORST day of my life, but also, maybe the BEST day of my life. The best you ask? Well, yes, even though she was diagnosed with this terrible disease with no cure, it was the best because she LIVED! We were told that it was possible that if we had let her go to sleep that Sunday night and taken her to the DR on Monday morning like we orginnally planned that she might not have woken up at all Monday morning, she would have been in a coma or maybe even have passed away in the night. I am grateful that I felt so strongly the Holy Spirit telling me that Sunday in church to take her to the ER, I am grateful I listend, I am grateful that the DR's and nurses treated her so kindly and efficiently, I am grateful for the helicopter pilot and the 2 inflight nurses who took such good care of her and I and our 45 minute flight to Phoenix, I am grateful to the DR's and nurses in the PICU at Phoenix Children's Hospital, and I am grateful for the DR's and nurses on the Diabetes floor at PCH who gave us a crash course in treating and living with T1D. So, even though as I sat in the ER with hubby that afternoon and relived the worst day of my life, I am glad that I can look back on that day and also think of it as the best day too. Diabetes doesn't define Kortnie or me, but it's a part of our family now and it helps all of us to be a little stronger and more compassionate I think. If I could take her D away I sure would, but I'm not going to dwell on that, I'm going to be grateful that Kortnie LIVES with a terrible disease rather than letting it bring her down.
On side note, I have a question. Our insurance only covers 150 test strips per month, and we use more like 250-300. I've been buying test strips at Walmart and we all know how dang expensive they are. Last night I found American Diabetes Wholesale and found I can buy test strips there for 1/2 the cost that I buy them at Walmart or other drug stores and you get free shipping on orders over $100. I'm just wondering, where do you D-moms and dads buy your test strips? Am I on the right track with American Diabtes Wholesale, or is there somewhere else I should be looking?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
August 10, the day before school started, I went down to the school and met with the school "nurse" and the school district nurse. The actual school nurse is not a nurse at all actually, this already makes me nervous. These 2 ladies are nice, don't get me wrong, I'd totally be comfortable with them cleaning a cut or helping my kid with a bloody nose, but T1D is a life threatning condition. It my kids LIFE in their hands. How am I supposed to just trust them with her LIFE? Maybe my biggest problem is that I can't let go. Well, anyways, we talked about how we'd like to handle things, about hypo and hyper glycemia signals in Kortnie, about how much Kortnie actually can do for her ownself. I went home feeling okay about the situation.
August 11, a Wednesday, the first day of school. Oh man, can we say nervous? Okay mom you're gonna be okay, Kortnie's going to be okay, just breathe. I dropped them off, came home and putted around the house for a bit. I went down to the school at lunchtime and Kortnie came to the nurse's office to check her BG and get her bolus. She has her BG monitor with her at all times, in the classroom and such so that she can check her BG whenever she wants to, but we all decieded for bolus at lunch time she'll come to the nurses's office 5 minutes before lunch. So, she comes down, checks her BG, I give her a bolus for lunch while the nurse watches, and she goes on her way, her BG was just right a 130 that day. Awesome! I feel okay about this.
August 12, Thursday, 2nd day of school, I went down at lunch time again and this time the nurse gives the bolus while I look over her shoulder, everything is okay. Great!
Augst 13, Friday, 3rd day of school, I show up at lunch time, this time I've typed up a few pages, instructions on what to do if she's high, what to do if she's low, the bolus steps on the pump, signs of hypo and hyperglycemia, emergency numbers for me, the hubby, Kortnie's grandma and uncle, a family friend and our doctors. I made a folder for the nurse and the teacher, they were appreciative of this. The district nurse was there that day as well, Kortnie came down for her bolus and check, all is well, the nurse did just fine. She told me that she feels she can do it by herself now, so I don't have to come down on Monday. Ooooooooooookay, I think I can handle that. We'll see.
August 16, Monday, 4th day of school. Everything seemed to okay, no phone calls no complaints from Kortnie. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
August 17, Tuesday, I get a phone call, we are out of test strips, (my fault for not checking before she left for school and Kortnie's fault for not telling me she used the last one.) Okay we can handle this, there are more test strips in Kortnie's classroom. Nurse says okay, no more phone calls so I figure all is well. Well Kortnie got home and her BG was HIGH, over 300! What the Heck? So she starts crying and tells me this story. "We went to my teachers class to get the new strips and the nurse said let's just get a couple out, and I told her we need to change the chip but she said we didn't have to and she wouldn't listen to me" Okay Kortnie it was a mistake, I'll tell the nurse tomorrow about changing out the chip and I'll get it fixed.
August 18, Wednesday, I took the kids to school, explained about changing the chip when you change test strips. Everything will be okay. So after school Kortnie comes home, I asked her, "how did lunch go". She says, "well we got to the cafeteria and I asked my teacher 'teacher don't I have to go to the nurse's office' and teacher said, 'oh yeah, I forgot, go on over there' (WHAT!?!?!?!) so I went over to the nurse's and the nurse said, 'I called you in your class and your teacher didn't answer' (why didn't you go look for her nurse?) I know I told teacher her phone was ringing and she said, 'let it go to message'" UGH, well that's a big fail! Now she was late getting to lunch, took her extra long to eat and she didn't get very much recess. The whole point of going to the nurses's office 5 minutes before lunch is so her recess doesn't get reduced because of diabetes.
August 19, Thursday, a phone call at lunch time, The battery in the meter is dead. Okay, you have new batteries in the nurse's office, "oh I do, oh here they are silly me" UGH!!!!!!!!! Then another call, I can't figure out how to change the battery, it isn't working. Oh brother, here I come, I got down there changed it out, gave her a bolus and she was late to lunch again. Man oh man, at this point I am thinking to myself "maybe I should homeschool her untill she is old enough to do all this on her own." My husband laughed at me and said there was no way I could do that. Kortnie and I butt heads on just about everything, she'd probably never learn a thing. He told me to be patient. Okay, I will try.
August 20, Friday, she's low at lunch in the 50's, they told her to just eat her lunch no bolus. Oh gosh, hello, I have it outlined in the packet on what to do if she's low. Give her 15 or 20 carbs, no bolus and recheck, they didn't do that, just had her eat her whole lunch 65 carbs, no bolus and never bothered to check her again!
August 23, Monday, I go talk to the nurse, tell her she needs to follow the outlined instructions in Kortnie's packet. She says okay, the BG's have been good at lunch time, no issues this week...yet. (at least no issues at school), her morning and after school BG's have been high, need to readjust her basals, we'll be doing midnight and 4am checks the next couple of days.
I am at a loss with school, I feel scared or angry all the time. I'm trying to be patient, but THIS IS HER LIFE! At least this week has been okay, but if things get crazy again, I tell you, I willl be going down to that school and getting in some faces. They are supposed to be schedualing a training seminar with our diabetes educator, I better look into if they have that schedualed yet, I'm sure that will help make things better. Thanks for reading and being patient with my ranting!
Friday, August 20, 2010
Well, I haven't done very well about keeping this blog updated. I do have another blog that is more about our family life. But, I do enjoy reading the other D-blogs out there so I thought I should be more consistent about keeping this blog about Kortnie's Diabetes updated. I've learned alot and felt alot of comradarie from reading the other blogs in the Diabetes community so I want to put some stuff out there too. Maybe someone will stumble upon this and connect with our family and get something out of it.
Kortnie has had diabetes 9 months and 1 week and 6 days now. We like to say that we've gotten the hang of it, and maybe for the most part we have. It's become a part of our lives, but we try so hard not to let it run our lives. Kortnie got on the pump at the end of May and it's been a blessing. For the most part her BG's have been pretty on the mark. She still has some highs and lows, most of the highs are because she needs a site change or because we over corrected a low.
She just went back to school and is in first grade now. Last year when she was dx'd she was in Kindergarten and only went to school for a 1/2 day so she didnt' need to check or take a shot or bolus while there. This year on the other hand she is having to check at lunchtime and bolus. We've chosen to pack her lunch each day so I can include an exact carb count. We're in the 2nd week of school and we've had few challenges already, but that's another post.
So that's a little more about us and I really mean it when I say I want to keep this blog updated more often so look for some new posts soon!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Here's the breakdown according to our Doc's a "normal" person will be around a 4 or 5, Kortnie should be around 6.8-7.5 with 6 being too low and 8 being too high. So there we are sitting in the office and the doctor is checking out Kork's results and he says, "She's normal", so of course I was totally relieved that she was in her range because I was worried that she'd be too high, I swear I never know if I am doing anything right, when we check her blood sugars all day she is all over the place and it makes me crazy! I like things just right, patterns, everything in it's place, everything turning out just the way I want it, and Kortnie's diabetes doesn't EVER follow suit. I am having a hard time making a place for the chaoticness of it. (enough of that, that's another post entirely), So like I said, the Doc said "she's normal" and I am happy, and Korky pipes up with, "I'm normal? So my diabetes is gone?" BIG SIGH, such a literal child, what more can we ask from a 5 year old though, really? So, no Kork your diabetes isn't gone, what Dr B is trying to say is that you are "normal" for a diabetic, "Oh" she says with a confused look on her face, "okay baby, by "normal" we mean that your results are "normal" for your diabetes and we did a good job keeping your blood sugar under control, you still have diabetes, forever, but we did a good job handling it, and we have to always do a good job so you can always have "normal" test results"....."okay mom" BIG SMILE, but I can tell this is just more info that her sweet 5 year old brain is having a hard time processing. Over all, it sucks, but we'll continue dealing and living with it, we'll get to be so it's just a regular part of life, right?
Friday, February 12, 2010
I figured I'd start writing about T1D for a couple of reasons, I've enjoyed reading other blogs, seeing youtube movies and cruising websites that deal with it. I've felt support and camraderie out there in internet land and I thought maybe I could put some of my own support out there for other families to stumble upon. Also, the 2nd reason is so that I can journal our life with T1D for my daughter Kortnie, so she can look back on this journal and know that we have been right here with her every step of the way.