Keep your eyes and ears open for our summer project we hope will raise awareness for juvenile diabetes!
And best wishes to Bret Michaels, who will compete in the finale of "Celebrity Apprentice." Can't say that I've watched, but I do wish him the best as he continues his efforts to Stop Diabetes.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A Little Piece of Heaven
My (Millie's) Bella Bit arrived in the mail today. It will pair perfectly with her MJ Cher dress. Can't wait to see it on her. Thank you Katie, photographer, crafter, mommy extraordinaire! Check out her etsy site for more creative pretties.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Questions I Fielded Today
Mom, when I get better can I go eat at Cici's?
When I'm 5 will I still be diabetic?
When I'm 5 will I still be diabetic?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Diabetes
By Millie Bug
April 18, 2010
I tee-tee on a stick. I check my blood. And I check insulin. And I eat the right food when my momma says, and I have a bear that has diabetes. If my momma tells me something I should have eaten, you should too when you are sick or hurt, you should do that, too. My mom and dad, they love me. I go the doctor. I have a meter that can suck up my blood. And if it’s high, you have to take insulin.
I have a dance recital.
And don’t forget I love my momma so much, and I love her much, much more than a world, than the universe.My momma lets me go to the park. I swing on the swing sets. I slide down the slide, and I climb up the monkey bars. And I climb the steps on the playground board, and I get to go on the merry-go-round on the boardwalk.
The End
A First: I shot up my daughter with insulin in the restroom of IHOP. I felt like a junkie.
April 18, 2010
I tee-tee on a stick. I check my blood. And I check insulin. And I eat the right food when my momma says, and I have a bear that has diabetes. If my momma tells me something I should have eaten, you should too when you are sick or hurt, you should do that, too. My mom and dad, they love me. I go the doctor. I have a meter that can suck up my blood. And if it’s high, you have to take insulin.
I have a dance recital.
And don’t forget I love my momma so much, and I love her much, much more than a world, than the universe.My momma lets me go to the park. I swing on the swing sets. I slide down the slide, and I climb up the monkey bars. And I climb the steps on the playground board, and I get to go on the merry-go-round on the boardwalk.
The End
A First: I shot up my daughter with insulin in the restroom of IHOP. I felt like a junkie.
I'm sitting here listening to make sure my baby is breathing. Just like I did when she was a newborn. I'm scared to go to sleep, too afraid. All I really want to do is cry, just cry and scream. I'm angry, scared, guilty.
Gone are her chubby baby thighs, cheeks and pudgy fingers. Boney, knobby joints and gaunt stares are left in return.
My 4-year-old baby deals with such adult things as insulin, carbohydrates and ketones now and forever. Oh how I long to hear her just sing her alphabet or watch her eat with abandon.
She wants juice, ice cream, corndogs. All the things that complete a childhood. And for her it seems that childhood is over. We've said goodbye to so many things this week.
And sometimes I know we are so gonna conquer diabetes and others times, I feel completely defeated already ... Day 3 of a lifetime ... and we're exhausted.
I can distinctly recall thinking, man, are we blessed. Life can't get any better, knowing full well our trials will come and just not knowing in what form.
Our trial is Type 1 diabetes ... wreaking havoc silently within my Millie Bug's body.
Even in dispair, I know our God is mighty. I know He promises brighter days! I know He will give us strength to edure. And I know He has a beautiful and perfect plan for Millie. He has chosen Eric and I for her. And I hope we prove worthy. We are so blessed. He has shown my baby mercy already in that He allowed us to discover her illness early and begin treatment before the usual trip to the ICU that is so common with pediatric diabetes patients.
He is revealing Himself to us in so many ways. He is amazing. And He made her amazing. I'm so honored to witness her play out the story He has written for her.
So far it is beautiful and perfect in every way.
Gone are her chubby baby thighs, cheeks and pudgy fingers. Boney, knobby joints and gaunt stares are left in return.
My 4-year-old baby deals with such adult things as insulin, carbohydrates and ketones now and forever. Oh how I long to hear her just sing her alphabet or watch her eat with abandon.
She wants juice, ice cream, corndogs. All the things that complete a childhood. And for her it seems that childhood is over. We've said goodbye to so many things this week.
And sometimes I know we are so gonna conquer diabetes and others times, I feel completely defeated already ... Day 3 of a lifetime ... and we're exhausted.
I can distinctly recall thinking, man, are we blessed. Life can't get any better, knowing full well our trials will come and just not knowing in what form.
Our trial is Type 1 diabetes ... wreaking havoc silently within my Millie Bug's body.
Even in dispair, I know our God is mighty. I know He promises brighter days! I know He will give us strength to edure. And I know He has a beautiful and perfect plan for Millie. He has chosen Eric and I for her. And I hope we prove worthy. We are so blessed. He has shown my baby mercy already in that He allowed us to discover her illness early and begin treatment before the usual trip to the ICU that is so common with pediatric diabetes patients.
He is revealing Himself to us in so many ways. He is amazing. And He made her amazing. I'm so honored to witness her play out the story He has written for her.
So far it is beautiful and perfect in every way.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Enjoying the Small Things
Please take a moment to click on and read Kelle Hampton's raw recount of the birth of her second daughter Nella Cordelia, who has Down syndrome.
Her story is very touching. And although different, I can totally relate -- coming to grips with the reality that her life, her daughter's life are anything but perfect. I experience the same heartbreak and fear as we journey into Millie's probable diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes. Sometimes the fear is paralyzing and overwhelming. I have no time to take a breath as I watch the overwhelming wave of reality engulf and sting me to my very core.
I have yet to share the details of Millie's story for fear it acknowledges the truth. I'm just not there yet. But Kelle is, and she's very elloquent at doing so. I pray her story touches you as it has me.
Her story is very touching. And although different, I can totally relate -- coming to grips with the reality that her life, her daughter's life are anything but perfect. I experience the same heartbreak and fear as we journey into Millie's probable diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes. Sometimes the fear is paralyzing and overwhelming. I have no time to take a breath as I watch the overwhelming wave of reality engulf and sting me to my very core.
I have yet to share the details of Millie's story for fear it acknowledges the truth. I'm just not there yet. But Kelle is, and she's very elloquent at doing so. I pray her story touches you as it has me.
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