There are a great many things that I talk to my friends and family about. Happy things, sad things, memories, plans. The fact that we spent a whole hour recently trying to figure out what our 4 year old meant when he said he really liked "moon sex" (sorry, what?), until we finally realized that [...]
Navigating T1D with a toddler is, I suspect, much like navigating T1D with several sticks of aged dynamite. You never know when they're going to explode or what's going to set them off, and they are fiercely unreasonable in basically every way. Our boy wasn't what we might call the most reasonable of babies, but [...]
At the hospital, they teach you how to give shots and juggle numbers and make life or death decisions, but the reality is that only time will tell how your little T1 will learn to navigate this strange world where not everyone has a verifiably hopeless pancreas like they do. He knew he had T1D - that he was different, and brave. But how could we possibly explain to our (by then) 3 year old the magnitude of what that meant for him? Over the years, the conversations have become easier. We've taken our lead from him - what he's ready to know, and what he's not. What words to use. This is the best of what we've learnt.
This particular day was my husband's first long day back at work after a brief but much-appreciated stint of paternity leave, and my first time solo-tackling the baby and the newly-diagnosed two year old. Life was pretty up in the air and to be honest, in the early days of life post-diagnosis, my way of [...]
Not so long ago, we made the switch from the Omnipod system to the T-Slim (more on that here). But before that, in the early days, pods were pretty much our life. The transition from injections to pods had been such an indescribable relief that we knew we'd never go back, and those little three-day [...]
The early days of our son’s diagnosis were filled with endless awkwardness. Awkward mistakes, awkward encounters. Our first was on our second day in the hospital (just before the whole labor saga began), when it was time for me to give the toddler a shot for the first time. I remember the nurse being like [...]