Meanwhile, Somewhere in Texas*

Diabetes is being a jerk... even on the snow tube hill.

*picture may not actually have been taken in Texas 

Take back my blog Tuesday

I turn my back for a few minutes and my blog gets hijacked?  What a sweet post from my husband.  And if anyone else wants to say nice things about me, you can have my password too.


Well, now it's my turn.

I am a lucky girl when it comes to sharing this burden.  Far too many times I hear stories from wives about how they can't even go out for a fun night with their friends because their husbands haven't even tried to learn the basics of caring for their child with T1.  Or if they do get to leave, they end up being on the phone with said husband the entire time.

I'm not trying to throw the guys under the bus, but the majority of diabetes care usually falls to the wife.  In our case, it makes sense, because I stay at home. But however the duties are divvied up, each spouse should be capable of handling all things diabetes.

Fred does pretty much all the night checks.  My problem is if I get up, it takes me a good hour to fall back to sleep.  Sometimes longer.  So way back in the beginning, Fred told me he would take care of all the nocturnal stuff.

Best of all, I can go out and not even worry.  Can I just say how wonderful that is? Because I handle all the ordering of supplies, paying of bills, endo appointments, and changing of pump settings (along with dealing with whatever diabetes throws at me during the day), there are some days I feel like all I do is diabetes.  And my brain starts to hurt.

I need breaks (not just from diabetes, but from being a mom too) so I can maintain my sanity.  I am able to go play soccer,  take in a movie, have dinner with friends, go shopping. or even a weekend away, and I know Fred is on top of things.

So thank you Fred, for the kind words and for being a great Papa.  I couldn't do this without you.

Hijack Monday

It's been almost 3 years since I've hijacked my wife's blog...

In other words, it was overdue.

Hi, the name is ______, Fred ______ (Joanne doesn't like to give out too much personal info).

Just a quick shoutout to the best mom!

Joanne was a great mom before diagnosis and multiple kids and became an amazing mom once Elise was diagnosed.

Thanks for doing an amazing job and for everything you do for Elise!

That moment when...

... The carbs you just weighed for your daughter's afternoon snack almost exactly matches the amount you pre-bolused for (and totally guessed at, not even knowing what she would pick for her snack).

Go me.

Her Fight Song

"This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright soooooooong!'

The lyrics blasted loud and strong from my backyard, not from the radio, but rather the lungs of my 8 year old baby girl.  She was flying high on the swing, her hair flying behind her, legs keeping time with the rhythm of the song.

"My powers turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong"

I moved to the window and silently watched her as she belted the words out for the whole neighbourhood to hear.  Tears started to well up in my eyes.

"I'll play my fight song"

Diabetes has not been nice to her lately.  We had a long fight with pneumonia, during which we battled super high numbers. She also got food poisoning a few days ago.  Her dex graph is so ugly I can barely look at it.  

And still she marches on.  Worn, but not beaten.  Tired of this life with type 1, but not ready to give up.  That day she seemed to be telling diabetes where to go and how to get there.

"And I don't really care if anyone else believes
'Cause I still got a lot of fight left in me"*

I believe it baby girl. I'd be a fool not to.

*Lyrics from Fight Song, written by Rachel Platten