Thursday, November 29, 2012

Graham's First Days

As previously announced, our little man is finally here!

It all started last Saturday morning when I stood up out of bed and felt a small, but distinct gush of fluid. Since my water broke with both of my previous pregnancies, I knew what it felt like. I waited around for hours but never felt anything else. The next morning the same thing happened again, and then again but in small amounts. We called the L&D floor and they advised us to come in.

Once we got there, they checked me and determined that my water probably had a "slow leak" but I wasn't dilated past 2cm. Based on my "unfavorable cervix", I was only given the option of a c-section. {the VBAC I had so badly wanted was out.} Since I already had one scheduled for less than 24 hours later and I was already at the hospital, we decided to go ahead with it on Sunday morning.

Phone calls were made to notify family and I was prepped and ready around 11:15 AM.

At 11:37 AM on November 25th, Graham Ellis Solko entered the world weighing in at 10 pounds 3/4 ounces. We knew he was big based on every single person in the room commenting on what a "big boy" he was.
[And it hurts me to admit that my doctor was indeed right.]

My mom, Beaner and Justy were outside the OR waiting to hear the news.
{Fe was at our house with Bailey and Avery.} 
Jared - in typical fashion - sent them a head-shot picture with Graham's stats but no name - further torturing them by not telling them whether Baby was a boy or girl.
Everyone was very excited to learn that Baby Solko was indeed a BOY.
And while it wasn't a surprise for us, I am glad we let it be a fun surprise for everyone else.
And while my body was still tremoring from the hormones and meds, I got the chance to hold Graham for the first time.
Delivering by c-section is such a weird thing.
One minute you're pregnant and the next you're not, and you really have very little to do with the process.
With my VBAC, it was emotional. You are working so hard to push that little body into the world and your feelings are all over the map.
With a c-section, it's like, "Oh, you're here..."
It's just so surreal to finally hold that baby in your arms - the one that was just punching you in the stomach not 30 minutes before. So while I didn't break down in to tears, I just remember feeling so very, very grateful to have him here with us.
The aunts wasted no time in arguing over who got to hold Graham next. 

Justy admits to having cried like ten times.
I am glad she got to be present for the birth - even if it was standing outside an OR. She was away at college for both of the girls' births and was excited to be here to welcome Graham into the world. And since she now lives the closest, she was able to be the aunt who visited daily this time around.
My sisters and my mom were all amazing this past week. They watched the girls at our house while Jared stayed with me in the hospital. I never had to worry about how the girls were doing because I know they LOVE their aunties. And Grandma too.
I think my dad was probably the most surprised and happy about Graham's birth, especially about his middle name. Since Papa Jeff didn't get any boys of his own, a grandson is a little extra special. Just hearing that my dad cried after learning he had a grandson, made me cry. (Make that number 11 for Justy.)

Bailey and Avery came up to meet their new brother on Sunday night. 

At first Bailey was a bit confused with all the "look at your new brother" talk. She walked over to the baby, looked at him, and then looked at my stomach, then looked back at him... It slowly started to register.
"Mama's baby?" she asked as she pointed to new brother Graham.

But within a few minutes she was planting kisses on her new brother and checking out the mass of dark hair on his little head.
Avery loves to give kisses to every baby she ever sees and her little brother was no exception. 
Since visiting in the hospital, both girls have been sick with runny noses and a cough that would put pack-a-day smokers to shame, so they had to wait to see baby brother at home.
But Baby Graham was definitely on their minds.
The first thing Bailey told Justy upon waking up the next day was:
"Justy! Justy! I have a baby brother! She's so cute!"
Our hospital stay was almost uneventful.
Recovery from a c-section just sucks. But this one went much better than I had hoped. I was able to feel and move my legs within a couple hours, which compared to around 12 hours last time - definite improvement. My pain didn't require a PCA and I got around pretty easily. Even better, my doctor didn't pretend to have any clue about how to get my blood sugars back under control after delivery, so he let me do my own thing. With some assistance from my educator, I am getting back to my normal pre-pregnancy needs pretty quickly.
Graham, being the son of a diabetic mom, had to have an IV put in to give him sugar water to maintain his blood sugars. This was new for us since neither of the girls had this done in Omaha. Because of the IV, his blood sugar was checked every 4 hours around the clock. His sugars never once dropped and we were able to get rid of the IV by Monday night - a big positive since we were told he might need it till Wednesday.
The pediatrician heard a slight murmur - also common in newborns, especially those of diabetic moms - so an echocardiogram was performed. Nothing out of the usual was noticed - just some small things that resolve themselves in a couple weeks. {But just the fact that we had to do one makes a hormonal mom extra nervous.}
And because of Avery's history of severe hyperbilirubinemia that came out of nowhere, we requested they check his bili level often. Over a period of a couple days it kept increasing, but never enough to reach a level that required more intervention than a naked nap in the direct sunlight. We had a follow-up trip to the lab today and his level was still stable. We go to the pediatrician tomorrow to recheck it again and hopefully - with all the hard work he has been doing in the baby poop department - we will find it is on the way down. Thankfully he seems to enjoy his time in the sun.
Overall, things have turned out well. Throughout my pregnancy I found myself missing The Med Center in Omaha many many times, but in the end I still have a healthy baby boy.
And I must admit that the staff at the hospital were extremely helpful. I felt very encouraged to breastfeed, which isn't always the case with all OB nurses. My delivering nurse was insistent that I do so as soon as I could following my c-section. Little things like that can make a big difference, especially if you are feeling not so great right after having major surgery. Encouragement can go a long way.
The best part of not delivering in Omaha was that more of my family was close and able to come visit. After all, that is why we moved back. It makes me smile to see the proud looks on my parents' and grandparents' faces when they looked down on Graham.
We were surrounded by people who love us and were truly excited to share in our joy. We had people gladly volunteering to stay and care for Bailey and Avery at a moment's notice. I could hear the exclamations of excitement when Jared called his family to give them the news. We are lucky to have such great family and friends.
We were both discharged yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon. It felt so good to be home.
A family of five.
(And of course Bailey has to do her best to ruin a possibly cute picture...)
So now to just enjoy the upcoming hours, days, months of new baby-ness.
I am always amazed at how much I absolutely love the smell of a new baby.
Even the diapers seem less disgusting than I remembered.
I love the snuggles.
The breastfeeding has come back easily thanks to my big boy's appetite.
Baby clothes seem so small, even on our 10-pounder.
Now I am off to give snuggles to all three of my babies.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Introducing Baby Solko #3

It's A Boy!

Graham Ellis Solko
November 25, 2012
11:37 AM
10 lbs  3/4oz
21 inches

Saturday, November 24, 2012

No News not necessarily good news.

Especially when you are impatient.

I am still hanging out. Pregnant. Large. Uncomfortable. (You get the drift.)
And getting slightly anxious since Wednesday's appointment put a c-section on the schedule for Monday morning.
Baby officially has less than 48 hours left to make its move.

We've been keeping busy though.
Thanksgiving has come and gone.
We spent Thanksgiving Day at my parent's house with my sisters. I stuffed myself on the usual Turkey Day food and indulged in an extra piece of pecan pie. Then that of course was followed by the usual food coma nap.

Yesterday we had our celebration with my mom's side of the family. We did soup and sandwiches and everybody got a chance to comment on the large butterball displayed around my middle.
(Not to mention the two hams I am passing off as my feet nowadays.)

And to add to the fun, Avery has been sick and whiny and damn-near unbearable. Tylenol seems to help for about an hour and a half and then she is back to being inconsolable.

So most of this week has been divided between tears and screams and this:

Clearly the second option is way better.

Also yesterday I forced the Christmas spirit upon our house.
The Thanksgiving decorations are down and Christmas is in full swing. We put on some festive tunes and Jared enjoyed stringing the garland around the staircase. {Which is a total lie; that is his least favorite job ever.} All the snowmen and Santas are on display and the tree is lit.

All that's left are some outside lights to hang (also falling under Jared's job description) and personalized stockings to order once Baby is here and the name is set in stone.

I love Christmas and the decorations around the house. I am excited for an excuse to drink hot chocolate - heavy on the mini marshmallows - and I would even welcome a little snow on the ground in a few weeks. After all, I am going to have a big excuse to stay planted on the couch wrapped up in a blanket with my own miniature human heater. :)

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

38 weeks

So my doctor's appointment yesterday went basically as I had expected. Except my doctor did say a little bit more than "too bad" to my request for a trial of labor.

As anticipated he brought up the points of me having a 10-lb baby - based on adding 2 pounds to my ultrasound last week (which honestly, seems a bit stretching it in my opinion, but I guess I am not the one with MD behind my name...) and started to spout off all kinds of scary statistics about shoulder dystocia and the risk of uterine rupture because of my previous c-section. The word "lawsuit" came into the conversation a few times, and I know that obviously is a big reason for some docs to push hard for an "easy" scheduled c-section.

I respect his opinion, but had to bring up some points of my own.
I have been doing my own research and reading the recommendations on all these topics.
{My college OB instructor Kim Riffel would have been proud.}

And he did agree with a lot of the info I brought up, which is funny because it contradicted some of his previous statements.
Overall, he tolerated me pretty well...
even if he did jokingly(?) say, "I am starting to regret ever having met you."

Oh well.
My body, my baby.
I know in the end I will have little choice in how it all goes down due to my high-risk status (stupid diabetes) and having had that previous section (darn you, Bailey!), but I am not the type to just let him essentially use scare tactics to force me into submission. I at least want to discuss the facts a bit and challenge him on some of the points that seemed a little dooms-day extreme.

So the plan:

If I go into labor on my own by next Tuesday morning, I will be "allowed" to do a trial of labor for a VBAC. This is the best case scenario. Since I had a successful VBAC last time, I have even better odds of success and a further lowered risk of uterine rupture.
(Of course this is where my doctor points out that I may not be able to deliver this monstrous sized baby I am apparently carrying around.)

If I don't go into labor on my own by next Tuesday the 27th, I will be coming in that morning for a scheduled c-section.
The only positive to this is that I talked my doctor into checking my progress that morning. If I am dilated to 4 cm or so and deemed "favorable," then he will consider the possibility of using Pitocin to advance my labor and allow a Trial of Labor. Although if it doesn't work out, I am sure the c-section suite will be there waiting for me.

So long story short - I am praying Baby comes on its own. And soon.
But either way, Baby will be here in 7 days. 

Monday, November 19, 2012

Under the weather

Avery hasn't been feeling so good today.

I am sure it's just a cold, but it feels horrible when your child sounds and looks miserable and there is nothing you can do.

Hopefully it is nothing that a little baby Tylenol, a chest full of vapor rub, and a Daddy snuggle can't cure.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Still hanging on

Yep, I'm still here.  No baby yet.

The days are going so very slow, yet so very fast.

Last Thursday morning I got a call from my doctor's office. It was just a follow-up call to let me know that everything was normal on the ultrasound, but my doctor will be wanting to "discuss my options" at my next appointment due to the baby's "large size." 
By dates I was 38 weeks at my ultrasound, so an estimate of 8 pounds really doesn't seem that huge to me. My mom's smallest baby was over 9 pounds. And in case you haven't noticed, I am not exactly a tiny person myself...

So my mind immediately imagines the conversation we are going to have, which basically goes something like this:
Doctor:  Your baby is measuring big. If you don't go into labor on your own by the 27th, we are scheduling a c-section.
Me: But I really don't want a c-section.
Doctor: Too bad.

Okay, there might be more to the conversation than that... but I am afraid he will deny me a chance at a repeat VBAC. And after my experience with Bailey, a c-section is the LAST thing I want. Personally I didn't enjoy not feeling below my waist for 12 hours and being so out of it that I almost dropped/puked on my baby the first time holding her. Not cool.

So for the past four days, I have been trying every "natural" thing to induce labor on my own - or at least "prime the pump" for Baby to get things started this upcoming week. We have been taking the girls on hour-long walks every afternoon. And Jared, with some help from YouTube and Justy, has been rubbing pressure points on my feet with gusto. It doesn't seem to be making much difference, but hey - it can't hurt, right?

Aside from hoping Baby will make an appearance soon, we have been busy doing other things.
{I really need to be better about taking pictures lately. All these word-only posts are probably getting pretty dull.}

We made cupcakes Friday afternoon with the girls in honor of Aunt Beaner's birthday. Bailey enjoyed whisking the batter and Avery was content to just sit on a chair pretending to help Jared make the frosting. Both girls knew the final reward would be licking the frosting-covered beater, so they were on their best behavior.

Saturday we loaded up and went to Jolley for a breakfast of biscuits and gravy. It had been years since I had gone and the huge vats of sausage gravy did not disappoint. Afterward we headed to my Grandma Connie's house so the girls could see her and Grandpa. As usual Avery screamed upon seeing her Great Grandpa Lyle, but she eventually warmed up when bribes of food were offered.

Also this weekend:
Board game time.
    {Rummikub is where it's at.}
I finished washing some final baby clothes.
I forced Jared into helping me organize a room in the basement.
TV time. Our DVR has finally been thinned out a little. So many good shows; such little time!

Right now I suppose I should drag my butt to bed. In a week or so I am going to wish I had the option of going to bed and sleeping for a good 8 or 9 hours straight like I do now (give or take about 5 different night-time potty breaks).
I really should be taking advantage.

Say some prayers for us that this baby decides to appear on its own this week so we can avoid surgery or a scheduled induction.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

37 weeks

Okay, I am a day late.

But there has been nothing much to report on.
It's just the same old stuff.
We are anxiously awaiting Baby Solko #3's arrival.
I use the word anxious because after having two previous deliveries by 37 weeks, we seem to have it in our heads that this one will follow suit.

Jared especially seems to be on pins and needles waiting for me to call him with "the call." He has gone so far to put an old towel at my bedside "just in case" I need it for "easy clean-up" during the middle of the night. {Yeah, he is that ready.} My bag is packed, my pump is ready to rock 'n' roll, and sweet little baby outfits are awaiting a baby to clothe.

Today was my final ultrasound.
One last one to check baby's progress and weight.
Baby looks good. Weight was estimated to be at exactly 8 pounds, which is right around what I was guessing it would be. Baby gave us a lot of good looks at its sweet little face. And I am not gonna lie, Baby looks to be on the chubby side - at least looking at the little chipmunk cheeks.
On the ultrasound it was impossible not to notice the abundance of hair surrounding Baby's head. It was like a cute little halo of fuzz.
So in short - no bald babies for the Solkos.

I am trying not to be an overly eager pregnant woman who only thinks about when the baby in her uterus will be expelled, but it is proving to be hard this time around.
It also doesn't help that every time I call a family member lately, I don't even get a "Hi." 
I get, "Oh my God, are you in labor?!" or something to that effect.
Clearly I am not the only one with baby on the brain.

In other news, after my appointment today and some oh-so-wonderful grocery shopping, Jared and I ate supper at Perkins.
And it was Free Pie Wednesday.
Oh yes... Just what the doctor ordered...

Monday, November 12, 2012

Getting antsy

Another week is here. Man, did the weekend fly by in a hurry...

It was my first weekend without having to work for a while, which was nice. Jared and I haven't had a whole day off together for a few weeks. And my swollen ankles are glad for the break.

I will be 37 weeks tomorrow (or 38 by my original dates) and I am starting to really anticipate Baby's arrival. Technically, by ultrasound dating, Avery was born at 36w6d. So right now, this is the longest I have been pregnant. Since my water broke in the night with both of the girls, I am just waiting for it to happen again. And soon. Apparently Jared is as well, since he reminds me how to call him at work nearly every night before he leaves. With all this early preparation, it will be our luck that Baby will be content to hang out until we force an eviction in two weeks.

I am not truly in a hurry. I know that the longer Baby stays cooking, the better. (So spare me the you-shouldn't-want-to-go-early talk.) But at the same time I am getting excited to meet him/her. Plus, it will make the process much easier to go into labor on my own rather than being induced.

And because I am anticipating a big pop of amniotic fluid any second of every day, I am in a constant state of picking up.
Every night, no matter how tired I am, the kitchen must be spotless and the dishes must be done. And then because I am becoming obsessive-compulsive like that, they have to be put away. I find myself thinking, "My mom doesn't know where all this goes" as I am toweling dry all the dishes that most definitely could have waited until morning.
Because it is obviously a huge deal if a couple storage containers don't make it back to their properly designated location in the kitchen.

The rest of the house gets the same treatment. Laundry is getting done in record time, carpets are vacuumed often, and the bathrooms are spic-and-span if I do say so myself. I don't have much tolerance for clutter right now. So things that have been needing a home for a while are finding one rather quickly. (Now the challenge will be to find them when we actually need them in the future... Sorry in advance, Jared.)

We used the nice weather on Friday and Saturday to get some outside work done. Together Jared and I raked up and loaded 5 truck bed loads of leaves to haul away. One thing I miss about living in the country - you just blissfully let the wind blow them out of your yard. I will be happy to not have to look at another leaf for quite some time.  Then on Saturday I mowed our entire backyard. With a push mower. It really needed it, plus it mulched up some of the few remaining leaves. 
Jared joked that the neighbors probably think he is the biggest hard-ass husband on the block - making his hugely pregnant wife go out and rake leaves and mow the lawn. But truthfully it was my idea; I was just "nesting" out of doors.

Other than that, the additional car seat is installed. Our Pilot is looking a little crowded now with all 3 car seats in there.
A nice minivan is sounding better and better these days...

Right now I am just trying to enjoy my last remaining days of being pregnant. Only 15 left!
{But who's counting, right?}
And I am enjoying my girls, who at this moment are dancing around the room with their babies to the music playing on iTunes.
They are going to be such sweet big sisters.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Practice makes perfect

We're practicing up for Baby.
...even if this particular baby looks a little worm-like.

We've got a good grasp on holding Baby and patting out burps.

We've been relaxing around the house.
I've been enjoying my last days with just my two babes.

There have been lots of laughs.
And some fights over the ever-popular baby stroller.
And lots of sweet snuggle time.
{Daddy gets most of the 'uggle love, though.}
It seems I am hard to snuggle on lately.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Election Night

I like election night.
I am a nerd. And so is my husband. We sat glued to the t.v. and watched all the numbers come in like it was the Super Bowl.

I don't know why I even checked Facebook tonight.
I voted for Obama. And he has been declared the winner.
But if he had lost, I am pretty sure I wouldn't be online trashing our newest president elect and whining about how it is the "end of the world."
Seriously. The drama.

I am liberal.

But I didn't vote for Obama because I am part of the "47%" that needs a hand-out.

And I personally think it is ridiculous for people to think that freeloaders will be any different whether under a Democrat or a Republican. If you are lazy and looking for something for nothing, the color of the President's tie isn't going to make much difference to you.

And it's SO annoying to me to see multiple posts about how we have a leader without any "family values." And how some people are worried about the "morals that will be forced on our children."

Really?  Obama is that horrible of a person?
Is it because he supports gays having equal rights under the Constitution like the rest of the country?
Or is it because he supports a woman's right to choose?
Or - my personal favorite -  maybe it's the old "He is a Muslim!" spiel... 
{Aka - try and find a real reason to discredit him.}

Because honestly, none of those "morals" are being thrust upon your poor, unsuspecting children.
Regardless of who occupies the White House, it's your responsibility to instill values in your kids.
You can say whatever you want to your children about abortion.
You can tell your kids it is wrong for a man to be with another man.
You can teach your kids that anyone who doesn't subscribe to your religion is a bad person.
It's your choice. President Obama isn't going to swoop into our schools and brainwash kindergarteners with his "questionable morals."

As for me, I plan to teach mine that God created us all differently and that even if people are different than us (race, religion, sexuality), they still deserve respect. Sadly, I think tolerance is a way under-valued character trait these days. 

I understand people have different opinions, but the world is not ending because we still have a Democrat in the White House.

We all have different views and that is what makes this country tick. But it is also what drives it apart. I think - regardless of who the President is - politicians need to work together.
Not work against each other based on party affiliations.

And seriously, writing whiny-sounding crap about wanting to move to Canada on Facebook just makes you look like a sore loser. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it.


36 weeks ... and a little pissed

Only three weeks left.
My doctor has agreed {with some strong persuasion from my endocrinologist} to deliver Baby by November 27th.
[It's pretty established procedure for diabetics to deliver by 39 weeks because the placenta ages faster in Type 1 diabetics.]

Now to get to the "pissed" portion of my title...
So yesterday I go in for another non-stress test. No big deal. They also started doing ultrasound measurements of my amniotic fluid - probably because last week I asked why they didn't do them, especially since my doctors in Omaha stressed their importance. {So apparently they decided to start just because I asked? Whatever.}

So I am laying on the table, chit-chatting while he takes all the measurements. It's literally just a little one minute long scan. Not checking anything about baby - just fluid.

Then out of the blue my doctor says, "Good news, it's still a  ______."
I literally sat upright and said, "WHAT?!"

He sputtered a bit and tried to cover his mistake, but his poker face needs some serious work.

I replied, "Did you seriously just tell me the sex of my baby?!"

He scrolls up on the screen a bit and points to Baby's genitals for further clarification - which seriously, I can't ever tell, so this wasn't helping in the slightest.

Then he says, "Oops. I thought you already knew."

Umm... no. I didn't know, asshole. But thanks for not even bothering to apologize.

We seriously waited for 9 months, and I find out randomly on an exam table - by myself - with only 3 weeks left to go?!  This seems unfair.
Every ultrasound I have ever had including ones that my doctor himself has done, I always say, "We don't know the sex, so don't tell me." I didn't this time because there was no reason for him to even mention it. Plus I had already told him at both ultrasounds last week.
Ahhhh! It's so infuriating.

It was sort of a shock to hear the news without expecting it. I was in a sort of daze as I left the office. By the time I got home, I was just upset. And I will admit it, I shed some tears over it.
Don't get me wrong, I am not upset over the sex of the baby.
I honestly didn't care one way or the other.
I am upset because this is - in all reality - our last child.
And I really wanted one last surprise baby.
I wanted to have that extra motivation during delivery.
I wanted to hear Jared announce, "It's a boy!" or "It's a girl!"
I liked the suspense of wondering what Baby would be.
I didn't want to know.

But now we do..
And picking names just got a little bit easier.

Side note:
Lesson Learned : Trust your instincts.

My first impression of my OB wasn't a very good one.
But with being high-risk, I felt I didn't have many choices. I should have cut and run right away. Plus any doctor who tells you to your face that he thought you were a "train wreck" probably isn't going to be your best bet. But by the time I was completely fed up, I was 30 weeks pregnant and it was a little late in the game.

As Jared put it:
If we ever decide to have another kid, this douche is definitely not getting our repeat business.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

It's Diabetes Awareness Month: Let's Celebrate!

Just kidding.   Diabetes isn't a thing to be celebrated.

But November is Diabetes Awareness Month.
And I do have Type 1 diabetes...

So in honor of this awesome {not really} month, I thought I would share some info about this disease I have been blessed with {not really times 1000} and give you some pointers on how to not make me super annoyed regarding the topic as well.

I am gonna keep it simple and try not to give you a case of the yawns.
Here's the low-down on the basics you need to know:
There are two main types of diabetes - Type 1 and Type 2.
(There is also gestational diabetes, but I am not going to get into that.)
Diabetes is essentially a problem with insulin. Insulin is the substance needed to get the sugar in your bloodstream into your cells to be used for energy. When this doesn't happen, it leads to the build-up of sugar in the blood - and thus the term high "blood sugar" is born.

Type 1 diabetes (also sometimes known as juvenile diabetes - which is misleading because people can get this type at any age) occurs when your body no longer has the ability to produce insulin. It's an autoimmune disorder - meaning your body basically attacks part of itself. The cells that produce insulin are destroyed, so you have to supplement with insulin via shots or a pump. This type of diabetes is of a rapid onset. And once you have it, you have it. Period. Type 1 diabetics need insulin 24 hours a day as well as insulin to cover all meals, which is done by counting carbs.

Type 2 diabetes is different. In this type the body becomes resistant to insulin. Insulin is still made - no cells are destroyed- but because of the resistance, the insulin doesn't make it into the cells like it should. Type 2 diabetes is usually gradual in development. Low-activity levels, being overweight, and poor diet are factors that contribute to the disease. People with Type 2 usually are able to take pills to help decrease the body's resistance to insulin, although in some cases this is not enough and they have to begin taking insulin too. Losing weight, changing your diet and exercising can do a lot to eliminate the need for medication altogether.

Okay, so now we have that covered.  This brings me to the rant portion of my post.
Here are some things you need to keep in mind.

1.  Type 1 and Type 2 are NOT the same.
See above information.
They are two different diseases, with different causes and treatments.
I feel like type 1 diabetics get lumped in with all the information out there about "diabetes" in general. You know what I am talking about: the video footage they show on The Nightly News - the ones with morbidly obese people shown from the neck down walking down the street - while Brian Williams discusses the newest horrible statistics. I don't like being associated with that. Some people hear "diabetes" and that is their go-to visual picture. I didn't get diabetes from my horrible diet. And I don't wear unflattering spandex pants either, thankyouverymuch.

2.  Don't tell me what to eat or that I should start working out to "cure" myself.
Nothing is better than eating a delicious piece of birthday cake and having someone come up to you and say something like "So naughty! You shouldn't be eating that!" and smile like they said something absolutely hilarious. A close runner-up is when someone (who is Type2) comes up to you, pokes you in the stomach, and says loudly to a room full of people: "Us diabetic girls have to keep a watch on our fat bellies." [Unfortunately a true story... and I was also pregnant at the time which made it even better.]

This annoys me to no end!
Nutritional information aside, from a carbohydrate standpoint, a piece of cake is the same to my body as a banana and glass of skim milk. My insulin covers it exactly the same. I could eat just plain lettuce all day long, but I would still require insulin every single day for the rest of my life. Period. So stop with the "joking" comments when I eat a cheeseburger or have a piece of cake like everyone else. You're not particularly funny. I am just kind enough to roll my eyes behind your back instead of to your face.

Same goes for the exercise comments. For sure I should exercise more than I do. But no amount of marathon running or weight lifting is going to "cure" me. But thanks for the tips...

3.  Stop giving me your advice.
Are you a nurse specializing in diabetes? A physician's assistant? A doctor? Do you even have Type 1 diabetes yourself?
Then S.T.F.U. keep your "medical" advice to yourself. 
You cannot believe how many people come up to me on a regular basis to tell me about how their great aunt tried this special diet or how a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend tried this vitamin cleanse that made it so they never have to take insulin again. Clearly you just don't get it. Which is fine. Just shut your trap.
When I hear that someone has cancer, I don't go up to them and suggest they change their chemo regimen or tell them that they should just cut out dairy and they will be cured. Because that is stupid - not to mention rude. And again, obviously, you just don't get it - which leads me to my next item...

4.  Ask me questions.
I am all for questions. That's how we all learn. Because unless you or someone close to you has the disease, you probably don't know much about it. When people give me weird looks about my pump, I explain what it is. If people ask about how it works, I (literally) lift up my shirt to show them the site where my tubing goes in. When people ask about what foods I can eat, I explain the differences between type 1 and 2 so that they aren't another annoying person who comments on the "naughty" foods I eat.
I don't expect you to know much about the disease - I didn't know anything about it until I was diagnosed myself. So instead of acting like a total know-it-all jackass, ask a question or two and maybe learn something new.

Okay, okay... rant complete.

I really should make a copy of this and hand it out to people.
Over kill? Yeah, probably.

But I sincerely do hope that some of the info was helpful. And that I will never ever again receive another belly poke from someone referring to my "diabetic belly."   Here's hoping.