Living in the Moment...

Living in the moment was once something I did REALLY REALLY well as a kid. I never really worried about stuff. I lived my life trying to find the next adventure. Somewhere along the path of mortgages and having children I lost the carefree spirit that I *used* to be. It seems like I spend about half my time now worrying about my kids and my family's future... and it's really not fun. Finances, Doctor appointments, blood sugars, health, marriage... there's so many things now that I'm a wife and a mom.
A friend of our family passed away last week from a sudden diving accident in the Florida Keys which I guess has me worrying more about this than usual. He was only 18 years old. Here's a link to a great article our local paper wrote about him. While I didn't really know him (I grew up with his older sister and brother) It sure sounds like this kid knew how to live life in the moment and love everyone around him at the same time. As I hugged Josh's sobbing father on Saturday afternoon, I was overcome with compassion and gratitude for the family God's blessed me with.
I woke up this morning, after a somewhat restless night's sleeping feeling tired of living my life with this burden of worry. And TODAY I'm making a conscious effort to try to live life in the moment. Not worrying about what I have to get done next, where I'll be next year, but truly focusing on the fact that RIGHT NOW I am blessed to have THIS PERFECT MOMENT with my kids, my husband, and my family and friends. Knowing that God has given me TODAY to show others His love.
We spent the whole morning in the back yard playing in the sunshine and as I laid sprawled out in my big pink lawn chair, I smiled and thanked God for today.

:15

My husband and I started a new "thing." Every day when he comes home from work, we kiss for 15 seconds. I'm usually somewhere near the kitchen making dinner. He walks in, and I turn to the microwave and set it for :15.... then I push start and we kiss until it beeps. Yes, it may not be the "greenest" of marital traditions, but our son absolutely adores it. He jumps up and down and can't wait for Daddy to pay attention to him. It's one of my most favorite few seconds of the day.

Snitchers Chark Bar, anyone?

I saw a shirt one time that said, "I'm Not Drunk. I'm Diabetic." and I laughed my butt off! It's so true. When I get extreme hypoglycemia I stumble back and forth, running into the walls down the hallway into the kitchen, slurring my words like a babbling drunk.



The other night I said something to my husband that I'm sure I'll be teased about for months. We were driving home from church, which is a good 45 minute trek and my CGMS started beeping in my purse. 54. I had already drank the juice I had with me, and eaten my granola bar earlier. (sigh) So we had to stop at a gas station even though we were only 15 minutes from home. I told him I'd been wanting to try the new Snickers Charge Bar... but apparently what really came out of my mouth was, "I'm gonna get a Snitchers chark bar." He couldn't stop laughing. I was so confused. At least my diabetes can provide some fun entertainment to Hunkalicious.

Smarties Rock!!!

I read somewhere (it was another D-blogger but can't remember who!!) that Smarties were made with Dextrose... same as glucose tablets. However Smarties are much YUMMIER AND CHEAPER! We have been using Smarties for weeks now as a reward for Gabe going potty. (Ha... maybe I should clarify... he gets one smartie, not one roll!) So yesterday we went hiking at a really cool park here in town. I looked at my Dexcom and sure enough I was on a downward trend.
2 rolls of smarties = 50 calories and 13g carbs and a happy Windy who doesn't have to have her family time interrupted by "D".

My sugar went back into range wicked fast! I'm hooked on Smarties for my hypo's now. My dentist might not like this though...

Insurance Schmimshushrance

The nice Dexcom lady called me today to let me know my claim is on it's way. Best case scenario is 80% covered. I'll take it!! Now we pray. Lots. Please approve me. I only have one sensor left. I love this machine. I can't imagine life without it now. Especially at night... it's like a cuddly little security blankie that saves me from my hypo-unawareness while I'm sleeping.

I <3 My Dexcom 7.

A Third Child???

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

*end rant*

I love my first two children with all my being. The third I'd give away in a heartbeat. Any takers? ha.

I spy with my little eye...

I have my annual retina specialist appointment today. I'm had nothing but good news for the 7 years I've gone. Hopefully today will be no different!! More later...

UPDATE: Things went well!! The doc said that I had a couple tiny hemmorages, but nothing developed to where I would need any treatment. Next appt. in 6 months. YAAAAAAY! I was excited to tell the doctor about my CGMS, but he didn't seem to really care much about it which bummed me out. *I made an L on my forehead as he left the room and stuck my tongue out at him*