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Pregnancy Week 15 with Type 1 Diabetes - Perfectionism vs. Sanity

Pregnancy Week 15 with Type 1 Diabetes - Perfectionism vs. Sanity

Pregnancy Week 15 with Type 1 Diabetes- Perfectionism vs. Sanity

By: Grace Wall

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There have been studies that show girls and women with type 1 diabetes have a stronger chance of developing an eating disorder. Type 1 diabetics are constantly counting and measuring food, and measuring their level of success at managing diabetes (which is impossible to get right all the time) multiple times a day through a number on their blood glucose meter. Constant cognizance of being evaluated and judged on how vigilant we are with food, with exercise and with diabetes management is not always best.

I think it was around the time I was diagnosed that I developed perfectionist tendencies and the need to control any situation. I was ten years-old and diabetes honestly didn’t seem like a big deal to me. Adults were always telling me new things I had to do: you need to brush your teeth, you need to set the table, you need to go to summer running camp, you need to come home when the streetlights come on, and now you need to check your blood sugars and take insulin through a syringe. It didn’t phase me.

That is, until I saw when my blood sugars were out of range, worry would appear on my parents faces. When my blood sugars were good, they would proudly pat me on the back. I saw what grief I caused them when my blood sugars were out of range and I made it my goal to get as close to range as I could.

But how could I? I didn’t have the technology we have now. It took my meter 45 seconds to register a blood sugar! I began to feel lots of shame when my parents would look at my sugar log and ask about different patterns. They were only concerned and I took it as something I had done wrong. But I did nothing wrong. I did not cause my diabetes. As an adult, nineteen years later, that sentence feels cathartic to type.

Fast forward to present day. I am in my 15th week of pregnancy with my first child and I have never tried so hard to manage my diabetes. In the beginning every time my blood sugar would go over 140 I would feel guilty, but I have learned to use the reading as a tool that indicates I need to adjust my insulin needs for tomorrow. I have found it helpful to take a walk when my blood sugar is high and have already given insulin to correct it. It speeds up the absorption rate, and my dog doesn’t mind all the extra walks he’s getting!

I did have one scary day last week where I was 240 for 4 hours and I could not figure out why. The day before I had spoke with my High Risk OB/GYN about some high blood sugars which he believed just meant the placenta was doing it’s job and (here’s the fun part) starting to work against me by creating insulin resistance.

But this particular high event was not coming down with insulin or walking. I was freaking out to say the least and feeling more guilty I was hurting the baby with each passing minute. Of course it was a busy work day too so that did not help. I had a pounding headache, had to go to the bathroom close to every 5 minutes and felt nauseous.

Finally I realized my insulin pump infusion site had disconnected. Not fallen out, just unhooked the quarter of a turn it took for me to get none of the insulin I had been pumping the last few hours. I immediately reconnected and bolused for 7 units. I felt more guilty for being so stupid. In my 17 years of using an insulin pump, I hadn’t had this happen once. I have had my site completely rip out, but this was inexcusable in my perfectionist book.

As I began to reframe the situation, my guilt and anxiety tapered. I rarely wear my site on my stomach, which is where it was at the time, and as my stomach has gotten larger with a growing baby the last few weeks, it has created a variable I have not encountered before. I am getting used to my new body and I may have accidentally bumped my site.

I have also been wearing maternity pants and the waistband on those are great for growing bellies, bad for holding up pumps. Going to the bathroom throughout the day creates multiple opportunities while pulling down and pulling up those pants, where I could have knocked something loose.

The guilt of that high day registered through the roof for me. I remember feeling so defeated. However, I also recognize that I am only human and I am doing my absolute best for this baby. I think it’s truly impossible for me to try any harder (I have given up chips and salsa, pizza, diet Coke and beer for God’s sake!), and that is why I am letting it go. My husband calls it “clearing the mechanism” and it’s what we do when we come home and need to just forget about what happened at work that day. I am “clearing the mechanism” on this hyperglycemic episode and starting fresh tomorrow.

My team of High Risk OB/GYN’s have told me that I don’t need to see my regular OB/GYN any more. I ignored that and have kept seeing her. I like her - A LOT. She helped me through my first and second miscarriages and always has great things to say. She is a realist, which I appreciate.

On my last visit with her she told me I’m doing a great job with the pregnancy, the diabetes, running while pregnant, and everything and told me I need to stress less and start enjoying the pregnancy, because it’s going to be over before I know it.

I will continue to be diligent with my blood sugars but she’s right, I plan to start enjoying the pregnancy more. I plan to be value my sanity over my guilt and stop being so hard on myself. I’ve lasted almost 19 years with diabetes and if this baby is anything like it’s parents, it’s a fighter and it will be healthy and happy.

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My Journey From Gestational Diabetes to Type 1 Diabetes

My Journey From Gestational Diabetes to Type 1 Diabetes

By: Carrie Haislip 

Being a mother has truly given my life meaning, in more ways than one! On my journey through my first pregnancy, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, the one that goes away right? Well in many cases, I had believed this as so.

When my daughter was 18 months old I was just getting used to being a new mom. But life as I knew it completely changed.

I was tired, the kind of tired where your arms and legs feel like lead weights and you struggle to get out of bed and walk up a flight of stairs. My already petite frame became shriveled and gaunt. I couldn’t get enough coffee (most days I still can’t). I was so tired and thirsty… coffee would do the trick right?

After all, it’s normal to be tired as a new mother. I started to stare at some sorta weird lump on my foot…OMG a lump! It wasn’t the tiredness or thirst or running to the bathroom every 30 min that sent me into my doctor’s office. It was the lump on my foot and sudden weight loss. Did I have cancer? Seriously I thought the worst! The absolute worst and I was scared for my life.

No, it wasn’t cancer…phew! After a long week in and out of the hospital came an official diagnosis: Type 1 Diabetes. What a relief! And suddenly there I was, testing blood sugars 8x/day, injecting insulin 5x daily and counting carbohydrates of everything I ate in aims to avoid the highs and lows that accompany life with Type 1 diabetes. Oh and all while changing diapers and running after a very mobile and energetic toddler!

I have been blessed with a wonderful supportive family, loving husband. I’m thankful for everything life has handed me, even diabetes and the life lessons it has taught me. I know, I know… that sounds ridiculous! Thankful for having a chronic disease?!

I won’t “sugar coat” it…no pun intended. Life with diabetes is NOT always easy.

I often need an outlet to vent my frustrations about an unexpected low blood sugar, an insulin pump failure that awakens me at 3am, that Starbucks “sugar-free” mocha coffee that sends my blood glucose skyrocketing to 300! Yeah, it’s a true pain to have to live with really.

It has shown me that human life is a precious and fragile thing. That staying healthy and taking care of oneself goes far beyond just eating well and exercise and monitoring my blood sugar. It has taught me what is truly important in life and to embrace it!

I began a blog at 10 weeks pregnant with my son (now age 2) as a therapeutic diary in hopes to offer others support and insights into family life, motherhood, gestational diabetes, and Type 1 diabetes….the ups and downs, highs and lows. The emotional roller coaster that one living with diabetes and just being a mother encounters on a daily basis. Enjoy reading more about me if interested!

Pumped To Be A Mother

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