-There is some sort of weird vortex at the soccer field Elise practices at. How else can you explain 2 (maybe 3... I've lost track), pod failures there? They just start emitting the screech of death for some reason. Strange stuff.
-Fred and I suck at remembering to bring insulin with us. You know, the stuff Elise needs to keep her alive? We're never usually more than about 10-15 minutes from home, so I just don't think about it. I think it's because Texas is so hot for most of the year, I don't want the insulin to spoil. And I HATE lugging around a cooler or anything more than I have to (a diabetes bag, diaper bag and sack full of snacks for two growing and ALWAYS hungry boys is enough, thankyouverymuch). If we're going to be far away or gone for a longer period of time, of course I remember. I just need to work on those short trips. Because that is always when we have an issue (see paragraph above).
-As a D-parent, sleep is coveted, but most nights elusive. I discovered that even my kids can tell when I'm able to get enough... One day I commented to Fred that I actually got a decent night's sleep the night before, and Elise, overhearing this said, "I can tell... you're not as cranky this morning." Gee... thanks.
-Everybody has a story, and they are all important... even if you don't think so. I speak at a newly diagnosed class at our Children's Hospital on behalf of our support group every month. Last month a couple came up and thanked me over and over for telling my story. Their child had just been diagnosed at a very young age and they were so scared of all the things they wouldn't be able to do; school, travel, sports, etc. They told me that just hearing about all the things we've done with Elise helped them to see that their baby will be okay too.
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