Accomplishments- DBlog Week Day #4

We don’t always realize it, but each one of us had come a long way since diabetes first came into our life. It doesn’t matter if it’s been 5 weeks, 5 years or 50 years, you’ve done something outstanding diabetes-wise. So today let’s share the greatest accomplishment you've made in terms of dealing with your (or your loved one’s) diabetes. No accomplishment is too big or too small - think about self-acceptance, something you’ve mastered (pump / exercise / diet / etc.), making a tough care decision (finding a new endo or support group / choosing to use or not use a technology / etc.)

My son was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes last year at the age of 1. Since that day he has truly amazed me with his acceptance of his condition. In the beginning he was scared and pretty resistant but to see where he is a year later is absolutely remarkable. He hasn’t let diabetes define him at all. He’s not ashamed to tell you that that’s not a cell phone on his hip but an insulin pump. He’s not ashamed to test his sugar in public for everyone to see. Diabetes is just one facet of who Landon is. He’s still a 3 year old boy that jumps off the couch and rolls on the floor…. insulin pump and all ( I cringe at these moments).

Here are just  a few moments of many where I look at him and say to myself this boy must’ve been diabetic in another lifetime J

·         When we first began pricking his fingers to take his blood sugar be was quite hesitant but now he’s a finger pricking pro. He now can check his own sugar, with assistance of course.

·         There was a time when I was about to take his sugar and he said “Don’t do my fingers, do my toes. You and daddy said my fingers need a break.”

·         One day he was eating a pickle for a snack and he told me with much concern that I didn’t give him any medicine for his food. I explained to him that he didn’t need any medicine because pickles don’t have carbs.

·         When it’s time to eat lunch, he’ll grab the potato chip bag and look on the back of the bag and say “ I’m counting the carbs.”

These moments make be extremely happy and keep me motivated on the days I feel like giving up.



First day at pumping. Woo hoo!!