Heavy conversations

The following took place one morning as Elise, Mattias and I ate breakfast.

Elise: Mattias, I want to talk to you about something. About my diabetes.

Mattias: Bleeg!

Elise: Mom, can I talk about my diabetes?

Me: Of course you can.

Elise: Why do I have to get insulin shots? (we've talked about this many times with her, but she likes to ask again from time to time)

Me: Because you have diabetes. A part in your body, called the pancreas is broken. The pancreas makes insulin, which we need to live. Since your pancreas doesn't make any insulin, we have to give it to you with shots.

Elise: Why did my pancreas break?

Me: (thinking in my head, oy... I'm not going over auto-immune attacks with a THREE year old) Well Elise... we just don't know why your pancreas broke. Doctors are trying to figure out why.

Elise: Does your pancreas work?

Me: Yes.

Elise: How about Mattias's?

Me: His works too.

Elise: Why did I have to get diabetes, Mom?

Me: You know what I think? Only the strongest, the bravest, and the most special kids have diabetes. Because God knows that you would be able to handle it. Other kids would run away screaming from a needle, but you just hop up in my lap and you don't even cry! You and all the other kids with diabetes are pretty amazing!

Elise: Sometimes I don't feel very brave.

Me: But you are. And I want you to always remember it, okay?

Elise: Okay.

And with that, question time was over. Pretty heavy stuff for a three year old.

***some of the content of this conversation has been edited; like when Mattias stuck his hand in his smoothie, or the squirrel who decided it would be fun to taunt our dog from the safety of his tree, causing Seven to go all sorts of berserk.

I got nothin'

I promise I'll stop just posting pictures of the dexcom and post something of substance soon. The last three or so days have been a little on the craptastic side. I've decided to start the paperwork on officially changing my kid's names to Crabby and Clingy. I swear they're conspiring in the night to gang up on me...

Onto the one thing that's making me happy these days. At least D is behaving. Of course, now that I've thrown that out into the universe, the universe is probably going to throw it up right back on me. It's okay. At least I have these pictures to remind me!



Look! From last night until this morning, her BG didn't go below 100 or above 200 (it looks like it dips, but finger poke said 134). Even better, the arrow didn't go beyond slightly down or slightly up. And look again... our high alert line is back! I don't know if you noticed in the other pics, but that line has been missing for awhile. We were having some horrible nights awhile ago where the dexcom kept alarming that she was above her high threshold. But she would always wake up in the morning in range, so we couldn't really correct her. So we turned off the high alert so we could get some sleep. And now, her high threshold isn't 200. I just put that in there because it makes me happy.

This morning from 6:45 until 9:45... I totally OWN breakfast (at least on days she doesn't have school).

Amy's comment on my last post made me chuckle: "Hahahahahahahahahaha! I totally see one of those fifty's style cartoon blocks of a woman in an apron and a spoon in the air declaring "Making breakfast my bitch"."

Something like this?: