Happy Mother's Day!

To all the mother's out there, I hope you have a wonderful mother's day. To my fellow "D" moms, I hope you have a spectacular day. To be a "D" mom is such an extraordinary position, and it is a place that I don't wish on anyone. Every mom worries about their child, but a D mom's worries are beyond comprehension for most "regular" moms. For a D mom, just putting our child to bed at night is terrifying, as we fear that they may not wake up in the morning. I am constantly causing my girls to bleed so I can make sure their blood sugars are OK. I am constantly causing them pain to change infusion and sensor sites. I am constantly scrutinizing everything they eat and counting every carb so I can dose their insulin accordingly. I am constantly sleep-deprived, as I am checking their blood sugars and making sure they are breathing all night long. I do this because I love my girls more than life itself and can't bear to think about my life without them.

I read this on another blog and felt that it was especially pertinent today.This is my life and the life of most other D moms around the world.

A Mother's Promise by Gary Hempleman

She walks down the hallway in silence so deep,
Keep watch over him, as her little one sleeps.
With meter in hand, she opens his door,
Making sure not to wake him as she crosses the floor,
She sits on his bedside and brushes his hair,
As he dreams of shooting baskets, without a "D" care.
She holds his hand softly; his fingers so small,
As she watches and wonders why "D" came to call.
While she watches him sleeping, so peaceful and warm,
The forces inside him fight a constant "D" storm.
Will he ever be free of shots and blood testing?
She sits and she wonders as she watches him resting.
The beep of the meter breaks the silence of the night;
A small drop of blood tells if everything's right.
The seconds count down to the final display,
I hate this damn meter; i want to throw it away.
The number is fine, one down, a lifetime to go,
As he turns in his sleep, will he ever know?
Why does this "D" happen to someone so small?
My son is my hero, but my baby most of all.
She turns at his doorway, looking back one more time,
It's a nightly routine of the very worst kind.
She walks down the hallway and time passes by,
As she sits in dark silence and quietly cries.
I have to stay strong, and for him i will fight,
We'll battle this "D" with all of our might.
I'll teach him to master and conquer this foe,
This "D" will not stop him, I promised him so.
Gary 2001


Happy Mother's Day everyone!!!