It’s been 365 days since Day 1.
No less than 2, 555 blood sugar tests.
At least 1, 460 shots.
1 trip to the ER for dehydration and ketones.
3 A1C’s that only dropped by a measly tenth of a percent each time.
It’s been a crazy hard and wonderfully bittersweet year. A year of firsts and milestones.
But he did it! We did it!
A year ago, this never seemed possible…that we’d deal with this and be ok.
We’re better than ok.
Being a mom is hard enough. Being a mom to a T1D…unimaginable.
But I’m ok.
And why wouldn’t I be?
I have a daughter who has learned to roll with the punches – both the highs and the lows – to accept the mood swings, to be flexible, to keep me on my toes, to bring laughter when we need it. She is my comic relief, my easy-going girl who truly makes my life easier.
I have parents who are willing to work around our eating schedule, make multiple rest-stops on long car trips, choose the right places to eat, make life feel normal, count the carbs, distract the kids, be quietly concerned, ask questions, make suggestions, but never push.
I have friends who give me their time and lend an ear, from miles and miles away. Friends who’ve come back to me and helped me deal with this latest season of my life. Friends who text at just the right time to bring a smile to my face.
I have a sister who provides the medical advice, the side-splitting laughter, the room to complain, the reminders to breathe.
I have a little boy who is amazingly strong in every way. His puppy dog eyes and his uncle’s charm, his sense of humor, his need to compete, his drive to win, his mad math skills.
I am a lucky mom to be given this strange gift wrapped in a beautiful package.
And someday, probably years from now, the best gift will be a cure. Until then, we will celebrate every year!
Happy 1st Dia-versary, Ian!! I love you!