Sorry about all the family posts this week, it’s just been on my mind recently with summer in full swing. We’re headed to the Endo today for our quarterly check-up for David. Basically this check up will tell me how I’m doing as a mother. They take what’s called an Hemoglobin A1C test. Which in plain English means that they’ll run a test that is like he’s had his blood glucose levels tested every 30 seconds for the last 3 months. The average is given as a percentage, our target range for David is anything below 8.9%.

When David was diagnosed, he was at 14% – BAD! In March I got him down to a 5.9% with 64% of our blood glucose readings in range, 21% high, and 15% low. AWESOME! This time around I’m a little more nervous. David has come out of what they call the honeymoon phase and so he no longer kicks out any insulin (we had that helping us out for the last quarter). As a result his blood sugar is a lot harder to manage. Not without the added factor that I’ve been more than occupied with Charlie and lack of sleep, I haven’t been on top of it as I usually am in the diabetes department. Here’s to hoping his A1C hasn’t risen too much and to setting better goals to be more on top of his injections and calculations for next quarter!


As I’ve been prepping him for his appointment and we’ve been talking about the A1C test and meeting with his doctor he’s been asking a lot of questions about why he has diabetes and the rest of us don’t. It breaks my heart to try to explain to him that he’s just unlucky in the pancreas department however these sorts of things are there to make us stronger. To which he replied, “Yeah mom, Charlie is going to think I’m the toughest big brother with my shots. If he ever gets diabetes then I can teach him all about finger checks, and shots and help him when he’s sad because I love him.”

With that said, David hasn’t lost any of who he is characteristically because of diabetes, still sensitive and sweet and adventurous. Just the other day he and Evelyn decorated their toes to which he then notified me, “Mom just because I get my finger sticked (blood checks) doesn’t mean I can’t sticker my toes! Look I helped Evelyn sticker her toes too!” (beautiful artwork below) Always the optimist, aren’t children resilient?