The first year we were married, during my senior year of college, I was feeling tired, drained, had infections that were not going away, if I got a cut or scrape on my arm…it would never heal. Finally, I was so annoyed, I went to the doctor.
They asked me if I could possibly be pregnant, well yes, there is a possibility. A few minutes later, they came back and said, “well, you’re not pregnant, BUT you are diabetic. WHAT? REALLY? I don’t even know what that MEANS! I was diagnosed as a Type II Diabetic which was always hard for me to grasp. I was not overweight or older, I was only 21?!!!
I’ve gone through every season of a diabetics life: denial, acceptance, commitment, failure, denial, acceptance, commitment…depending on the month. I do feel I have accepted it now (7 years later) and the commitment to controlling it well does waver. Having been pregnant twice, I can tell you that control during pregnancy is a no-brainer for me. With the statistics stacked so high against Diabetic mothers, I try to eliminate some of the variables by being dedicated to good results during pregnancy. Even when I can control some things, life doesn’t always go the way I want it to. My son, Everett was stillborn at 37 weeks and for no “real” cause.
I did get an insulin pump prior to my second pregnancy in 2008 and absolutely LOVE it.
It is not easy, I have those seasons of being really good at this Diabetic life and then times when I get lazy but I know, in the long run, if I can control it well now, it’ll be easier later.
