-Even though I can't take a break from diabetes, sometimes I need a break from the DOC. There were too many horrible things going on, and it hurt too much to read anymore.
-Sometimes you just gotta think outside the box. The diluted insulin at dinner is still working pretty well, but there are some kinks to be worked out. It's still a whole lot better than what was happening with the full strength.
-Even though it's not always sunshine and roses (or unicorns farting glitter), it is getting a tad bit easier as Elise gets older. Or maybe I'm just used to it. I don't know. Sometimes when I read about wee Reuben, my heart just aches for Jules. Because I remember all to vividly the hell of D and a baby. HUGS Jules... it does get easier.
-But in some respects, it gets harder. Elise notices more. And it affects her more deeply. Like the other day when we were at dinner with a bunch of people at Chick-fil-a, and everyone was having ice cream. Elise had already had her shot, and allotment of carbs, and had run off to play. But she came back and was so sad that she couldn't have any dessert. So I just let her have some and figured I'd fix it at bedtime. Kid first, kid with diabetes second, right?
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