I have been silent on the blog spot in the past couple of days. I have been nursing my daughter who not only had a bug but it completely put her blood levels in whack. She is a Type One diabetic a chronic life time medical condition. I am very hopefully that in the up coming years new technologies will help how those with Type One maintain the amount of insulin needed to keep their body’s functioning properly.
Over the weekend I felt powerless to keep her healthy since her diagnosis. It reinforces the fact that something’s in life I don’t have control of. Someday she is going to be out in the world without me telling her what to do. What I can do is properly educate her and make sure that she takes care of her body know. Hopefully it sticks and she can grow up making sure that she takes very good care of her mind and body. As a parent I hate to see my child sick I prefer watching them running around tearing up my house.
Sometimes she seems mature for her age with the way that she handles her school work and looking after her little sister. I tend to forget to just spot check to see if she is taking the time to test her blood. I spot check everything else I will become the blood testing police to make sure she is staying on top of her health. I am going to find a nutritionist to make sure that all in my household understand the best foods to fuel the body, proportions and the best foods to ear. I think if as a family we step up how we take care of are bodies it will help to keep her on track and everyone else in my household.
Children at times do appreciate all that we do for them. Proof this weekend I was told “thank you for cleaning up my room” I needed something to take my mind off of the madness in my household. Second she told me I take good care of her. OK, I did get all misty eyed…I love my girls more then anything in this world. They take front seat in my life and I will do whatever it takes to keep them healthy, happy, and safe. So yes all will hear no matter where we our “have you tested your blood and make sure you bolus.” Being a parent is the hardest job I have ever held and I am not sure if I will ever stop mothering my girls and all that I love. Call me mother hen because I have finally admitted it I am!
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