No, no... don't worry, I'm not pregnant!
I took both of my kids to the grocery store with me, by myself, for the first time the other day. I had been scared to do this because my newly-turned 3 year old son, Gabe, has a tendency to run off, hide, and tell random strangers that his baby sister likes to eat Mommy's boobies. I seriously prayed as I left the house. "Please God... just let me get both kids back home without losing Gabe, or having to scrape him off the candy isle screaming, or....ugh. Amen."
We arrived, I put Zoe in her carrier up top and sat Gabe down inside the cart. We went STRAIGHT to the Publix bakery for a free cookie. This buys me about 10 minutes. Thankfully, Gabe eats slow. I zipped up and down the isles in record time, piling the groceries on top of Gabe. Got to the check out. And the wonderful bagger lady helped me to my car without even asking if I needed her to. ROCK ON!
But what about my third child? Ahhh.....yes Good ole' diabetes. It's like having a third kid to worry about sometimes. Diapers? check. Sippee cups? Check. Extra clothes? check. Blood glucose meter? Juice for low blood sugars? Extra pump supplies? Batteries? Lancets? Dexcom? And then there's always that nagging feeling when you DO forget something... "Do I turn the car around and go get it? Or do I chance it and keep going?" If I start to feel funny I have to stop and test my blood sugar (or these days look at my CGMS) "Am I high? low? Do I need water? Juice? Is this headache totally unrelated to diabetes and just a result of being an over-tired new Mom?"
Can you tell I'm a little frustrated today with the big "D"? Sometimes we have these days
I love my first two children with all my being. The third I'd give away in a heartbeat. Any takers? ha.