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Wednesday, December 24, 2008

A 7.0 Victory! ...among other things

I received in the mail today a letter, a letter from my humble new family practitioner, who with the help of a dietician and a diabetes educator, has agreed to monitor my diabetes through the duration of my pregnancy.

I left my endocrinologist of five years a few weeks past for this doctor, and I am very glad that I did.

Leaving old friends/foes aside, back to the letter. The letter indicated that my a1c is 7.0!


A few of you may be scratching your head, wondering why oh why a pregnant woman with type 1 diabetes should be happy with a 7.0 a1c.

Here is why:

The first month of my pregnancy my a1c shot up from a 7.2 to an 8.6. Since that first month and terrible high, I have been desperately working to lower that a1c. And the lowest I have been able to manage this entire pregnancy is a 7.5. Until now.

I am plagued by gastroparesis, which, in case you didn't know, worsens in pregnancy. The gastroparesis has made easy peasy blood sugars a thing of the past. It was okay when I ate very little (thus the drop from a size 12 to a size 6 before I got pregnant) and was okay with a 7.2 a1c. That changes however when faced with constant nausea and an overwhelming desire to stuff my face. My gastroparesis, combined with my hypoglycemic unawareness, and quite frankly my fear of lows, has greatly limited my success with blood sugars. This 7.0 is a charm. A charm!

I honestly did not believe I would or could reach this a1c during this pregnancy.

My general practitioner who manages my diabetes is going to work with me to help treat my gastroparesis after I deliver. However, I expect things to even out after my pregnancy. As stated before, my gastroparesis is not nearly the issue it is right now when I am able to eat small amounts infrequently, which, if you have gastroparesis and are not pregnant, you know is easy to do. I fill up fast, and if I eat past being full I pay the price in discomfort. It is like symlin, just different :)

On other news,

I am 22 weeks 2 days pregnant! Yay!

There was a quick question about how Bob the Babe and I arrived at Thia Apple's name. I am happy to say that yes, there is a story behind her name!

Thia is a name I have derived from the Greek Name Ilythia, which means Goddess of Labor. Thia, alone, means Divine One or Goddess. But we named her after the Goddess of Labor? And why? Because this pregnancy, from even before I was or knew I was pregnant, has been a labor. A labor in love, perhaps, but a lot of hard work! I wanted our baby girl's name to reflect this love in labor. Bob, however, hated the name Ilythia. Thus the Thia.

As for Apple? Well when Bob the Babe and I agreed on the name Thia, I asked him what her middle name should be. I believe it was the end of a weekday and we were casually lounging in our bed, not ready for bed, just lounging for a few minutes before we were off to whatever we were to do next. And Bob? Bob said Apple. I think he meant it as a joke, but ya know, Apple was just a really cool fit so we stuck with it!

So there you go, the reasons behind the name: Thia Apple Waline

Now, we have also been doing hockey this year. Gracie is in hockey this year, along with Sandis.

Gracie is a junior mite, and you wouldn't believe how her strong legs are taking her about the ice. I love to see her working the thick muscles in her legs. You should remember last year (September 2007?) Gracie was diagnosed with hypotonic cerebral palsy. The diagnosis was met without much ado (we cared, but not really because it changed nothing) but, to know the gross motor delays my daughter has struggled with since birth while I watch her on the ice learning to play hockey, well....She really loves it out there too. She is such a jovial, creative, funky child! She plays more often with boys than girls, and in her own way, despite loving horses and kitties and puppies and the color pink, she is a down and out true to life tom girl. She also really works hard out there! She only used the bar (walker) to help her skate the first four practises. After that, and after some strong encouragement from mom & dad, she abandoned the bar and ever so slowly developed her skating stride. It was so cool to watch! She didn't even participate with the other kids those first few weeks; she just rythmically moved up and down the ice, slow as a snail yet determined as any woman that comes from my lineage is destined to be!

Now on to Sandis. Sandis is in his second year of hockey this year, and he is in the mites. Sandis is a different skater and player this year. He is still an aggressive boy who abandons all protocol on the ice, but he is much more refined this year! We are finishing up a short stint over these past few weeks as a goaltender. Sandis played goal once last year, in full gear, and anounced shortly afterwards that he hated goal and would never play again. I can imagine that for a boy with his perfectionist tendencies, that playing a position that you are bound to have multiple mini failures in just as a par for course is difficult! Well, this year when the coaches asked who was interested in playing goal and practising in goalie gear, my lovely boy raised his voice, and probably his hand.

I wasn't so sure. He'd hated it so much last year! But he was insistent. So we grabbed that extra 20 to 25 pound bag of gear (in addition to his other hockey bag full of gear that we still needed) and we ventured into goaltending adventures.

Sandis has practised in goalie gear three times now, and played one game. He is playing his last game as a goaltender this coming Saturday. In addition to practising on the ice, Sandis has also been coming home and practising blocking "pucks" (harmless plastic balls that damn well better not fly!) in my kitchen. I watched Sandis play his first game as goalie over this past weekend. I honestly think they have traded my boy in for another child. This boy could not be him! I noticed things were off (unusual) in the locker room, where amidst all that young boy chaos as they dressed for their hockey game, my son was unusally calm, focussed, and alert. He cooperated quietly and easily as I worked with his coach to get not only the usual hockey gear (minus shin pads, chest pads, & elbow pads) on but also while we strapped on huge bulky goalie pad to his legs and fastened the monster goalie chest and arm protectors on his thin frame. He cooperated. He helped. He was in tune. He asked questions that were pertinent to what was going on. He was completely with us, in tune with us, communicating with us, and he did all of this while in a chaotic room of noisy boys. Where is my child? Or is this my child and I am just meeting him for the first time?

Sandis purposefully took to the ice with his coach where I watched him carefully listen to instruction. And then I watched my boy, my beautiful boy, pay attention to ONE puck with a focus unabled to be paralleled by even most children his age for forty-five minutes.

My son focussed on one thing, with one intent in mind, with absolutely no outside redirection, for almost an hour.

I realized that day, during that game, that somehow this game of hockey, this game that I have loved for so long and have passed on to my children, somehow this game took my boy and gave me back my son.

Don't get me wrong. I mean, I've always had my son. But for two years now we have had a diagnosis and services and evaluations that have focussed not on the child but on the disability. And I have worked so freaking hard to ensure that my boy has the supports he needs so that things like this are possible for him. But really. That day, Sandis wasn't a child with a helper. He wasn't a child with a disability. My son was a goaltender, playing goal, and doing all he could to not let that puck in. He was just a little boy, and he was my little boy.

And as I've pondered this realization about hockey, how it took this boy from a diagnosis and services rendered and made him back into a little boy, I also realize what it is doing to my little girl. My little girl isn't a girl with diabetes or a girl with braces on her legs out there. She is a little girl playing hockey, and damnit if she doesn't look like any other kid. But she isn't. She's mine.

So what does all this rambling come up to?

Hockey took my children, and turned them back into children. Just kids, having fun, playing hockey, like all the other kids. And I have what I had before I learned they were different, and before I knew what a disability is and what it could mean to me. I have those same kids, minus the limitations that a disability label can put on a child. Minus the limitations. Because what county case manager, while administering Sandis's waiver funds, would stress the importance of a normal activity like hockey? They wouldn't. Only parents do that. Case managers stress therapy, not realizing that the best therapy is not in a doctor's office but rather in the day to day activities that every other family and child is participating in. Those same day to day activities that you lose more and more of the more you add therapies and doctor's appointments. Somethings gotta give. I'm glad we chose hockey.


Scott K. Johnson said...

Congrats on the A1C. It's always relative, and we all view success differently. So I say way to go.

I love the name, and look forward to watching her grow along with you and the rest of the family through your blogging.

Lyrehca said...

Imagine what hockey position Thia is going to play.

Congrats on the 7 A1C!

Minnesota Nice said...

Thanks for telling us about the name, Sarah.
I wish you the most happiest of New Years ahead!

Lori-Dawn said...

Loved reading about how awesome Hockey has been for your kids! AND how you got Thia's name! and really I can't imagine a better fitting middle name too! It just goes so well together!
Congrats on the A1C!!! I'm a little nervous to do mine...but this weekend I'll suck it up and do it! With this past month of christmas chaos and sweets though I'm thinking it's likely in the 8's somewhere...sigh. Blessings to you!!

Flmgodog said...

I love the name! Interesting meaning behind it as well.
Congrats on the A1C.
Can't wait to hear more!
I can't believe you are 22 weeks already.
Looking forward to metting Thia Apple over the blog.

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