Last year was our first Christmas after Grace's diagnosis. Though she was diagnosed in late January, and we had almost a full year under our belts, Christmas was a disaster. Two infusion sites failed in one week. I was overwhelmed by the stress of trying to figure out how to mix a holiday traditionally filled with food, food, and more food, with our new diabetic ways. And my husband was dealing with his own issues - namely a persistent denial that his daughter was facing a lifelong chronic condition (cut to him giving her two HUGE pieces of pie for dessert and not blousing for it!). And her numbers! Good Lord we couldn't keep her below 250 (see my husband). As it turned out, Grace was taking a huge leap off her honeymoon. We were finally able to make some BIG adjustments to bring her back in line. But it was exhausting and stressful and really, really hard.
At the time I wasn't blogging yet, and hadn't really even found any other D mamas to commiserate with.
Then I had a similar situation over spring vacation .
Then I started blogging.
Then the world seemed to lift off my shoulders.
I found online a community just like me. I could vent. I could cry. I could celebrate. I could listen. I could learn. And I became a better person and a better pancreas for it.
And here we are a year later. Grace's blood sugar was not perfect on Christmas day, but they were damned good, all things considered. We all enjoyed receiving our Ornapod, as well as lots of holiday cards from other D families (our favorite game was to play, "Guess which one's the diabetic!").
I believe it truly takes a village to raise a child. This is exponentially true when raising a child with diabetes. My community includes family, friends, co-workers, doctors, nurses, and the DOC. Thank you all for being part of my team.
The apache wars by paul hutton
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