I have Smartie wrappers in my bed.
There are used test strips in my pockets.
I have empty juice boxes under my couch.
All my clothes have small drops of blood.
I dont have insomnia but I dont sleep.
My linen closet is stocked with life saving supplies.
I get excited when we get a new meter or free box of strips.
I worry about my oldest child more than a parent should.
My new favorite color is blue.
My cupboard looks like its Halloween year round.
Most parents get excited when kids are active and will sleep well....I fear dangerous lows all nite.
The most expensive thing I "own" is attached to my son and keeps him alive.
Sometimes I bite my lip to keep from crying.
The smell of band aids makes me feel safe and sad all at once.
I fear my other son will too be diagnosed.
I should be asleep but am waiting for next sugar check.
I let my son curse (dam, ass, hell) during 3am site changes due to highs.
I miss my sons pancreas.
I will not stop fighting for a cure.
I will continue to spread awareness.
I dont care who likes it I will discuss D as much as I want.
I love my fellow Ds and Dmama more than they know.
AND A BONUS....
JUST FOUND OUT JUSTICE AND I ARE CUTTING THE START RIBBON AT OUR JDRF WALK THIS SATURDAY!
I am a D mom and damn fuckin proud of it.