Dear Type One Diabetes…

Dear Type One Diabetes,

You came into our life quickly and unexpectedly a few years ago when Isabella, our then 2 year old daughter, was rushed to the hospital. As you know, she spent 4 days in the hospital getting poked and prodded and pumped full of insulin. My wife and I sat there with tears in our eyes, our hearts aching with sadness and our minds filled worry of what our future would look like once we left that hospital room.

Before that trip to the hospital, we knew absolutely nothing about you. We also didn’t know that you had probably been around for a while. The signs we noticed in the weeks leading up to that life-changing hospital visit — extreme thirst, constant urination, weight loss — were surely completely normal for a growing and healthy 2 year old girl. But, we learned that those symptoms were the result of your hard work to destroy our daughter’s pancreas.

We were scared and, truthfully, we despised you. We wanted to completely erase our memories of you. How could you do this to our daughter? Why us? Why now?

We realized those questions would unfortunately never be answered. We immediately made a very conscious decision to accept our new reality. We made that decision while sitting right there in that dimly lit hospital room, which was filled with beeping machines, nurses and doctors. As hard as it was, we accepted that you would now be around every minute of every day for the rest of our daughter’s life. And we also accepted that there was nothing we could do to change that. Letting go was not easy but completely necessary. That decision meant that we had to accept that our new reality, which now included you as the 6th member of our already very busy household.

And that was the beginning of our new life with you. Our lives will never be the same. We now count every carb that Isabella eats. We prick her finger to check her blood sugar level up to 10 times per day. We’ve learned to give her precise amounts of insulin in an attempt to keep her blood glucose in the proper range….which is a constant battle that has fortunately ended in only one emergency visit to the hospital.

As much as I try not to, I spend a good portion of my time thinking about you. You are one of the very first things I think of when I wake up in the morning and usually the very last thing I think of when I go to sleep at night. I’m often awake multiple times in the middle of the night due to high or low glucose levels. I actually can’t remember the last night I slept through the entire night.

My wife and I have learned to operate on very little sleep, although she has certainly mastered this skill much better than I have. The truth is I’m extremely tired most days, thanks to you. As a result, my patience is low and my stress level is high most days.

I hate that since you came into our lives, my 4 year old daughter has to be connected to all of these medical devices and throws completely out of character temper tantrums for no apparent reason other than the fact you decided to screw with her emotions.

It makes me both angry and sad that Isa has had to deal with so much at such a young age. And as she gets older, I am scared that other kids will make fun of her for being “different” and she’ll come home crying. I know this day will come and I hope and pray that I can say the right things to make her smile and make everything better, even if only for that one moment.

It may seem that you have won. It may appear that you have beaten me down into despair.  You may be reading this with a sinister grin on your face as you envision me spending my days crying and living in fear of what may happen next.

I can assure you that couldn’t be further from the truth. My family Changing the worldlearned how to successfully deal with challenges long before
you came along. And we always overcome….always. You have not won and trust me when I say that I won’t let you win.

While I wish we never met you, our lives are perfect and I wouldn’t change a thing. My family laughs and smiles every single day, even with you lurking in the dark shadows. We have learned to roll with the punches and adapt to whatever is thrown our way. We are extremely resilient.

I am so proud of how Isa deals with all of these obstacles and does so with a smile on her beautiful little face. I am in awe of her strength and courage. Isabella is one of the strongest and most courageous people I know. I’m so proud that she inspires others with her story (even though she may not even know it!).

When Isabella was diagnosed, we decided to accept you and let go of what we can’t change. But, we also decided that we would fight for Isabella and all those living with type one diabetes! So, for the past two and a half years, we have done exactly that. We do everything we can raise awareness (including sharing Isabella’s story with anyone that will listen!) and raise funds to support diabetes research. And we won’t stop.

While we still wish we never heard of you, we also want to thank you. You must have come into our life for a reason. In some strange way, you inspired us to make a difference and play a small role in changing the world.


-Greg

Watch out Washington…here she comes!

More than two years ago, our lives changed forever when Isabella was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes just weeks shy of her second birthday. We were literally crushed with the weight of her diagnosis. We sat in that hospital room, just as far too many before us have, with tears in our eyes, sadness in our hearts, confusion and worry in our minds…and then something amazing happened.

We wiped away our tears and started thinking about how to turn this terrible, life-changing disease and experience into something positive. We decided right then and there, while sitting on that uncomfortable couch in that hospital room, that we would fight for Isabella and many others by raising awareness and raising money to support research towards a cure.

Our hope is that by sharing Isabella’s story we can inspire others and ultimately help change the world! We are proud of what we have accomplished over the past two years, but we still have a lot of work to do…

That’s why we are so excited to announce that Isabella was selected to be a Delegate for JDRF 2015 Children’s Congress! She was one of about 150 delegates selected out of more than 1,500 applicants! Isabella can’t wait to share her story in Washington!

Our little girl is just getting started on her path to change the world!

-Greg

Childrens Congress

Shaping Friendships

Just before Thanksgiving the stars aligned and just like eHarmony for the T1D world (dHarmony?) we met a sassy blogger online named Libby. A twenty-something who also happens to be pancreatically-challenged, Libby asked us if she could interview us for her blog and we were pumped (pun totally intended).

I told Isabella that a new friend with T1D wanted to interview her…which set off a string of questions about who this mystery girl was, what kind of ice cream she likes and whether or not she’d seen Frozen. She was excited and I was, too.

After our interview with Libby (which was chocked full of so much awesome that I’ll let you read it yourself) we decided we wanted to send her a thank you card and one of our fab Inspired by Isabella t-shirts. Of course, being 4 years old and looking for any excuse to get marker on my nice, Amish-made table channel her inner Warhol, Isabella said SHE wanted to make the card. The “card” turned into half a dozen drawings and notes, dictated letter by letter by me, to our new friend Libby.

“Does ‘Libby’ begin with an ‘L’, mom?”

“Are there one or two ‘o’s in ‘love’?”

“How do you spell ‘best friend’?”

And that right there made my eyes start to leak.

Isabella brought me her stack of notes and drawings and as I thumbed through them I stopped at one. It was a drawing she had made of her and her new BFF, surrounded by flowers and a rainbow, their names scribbled to indicate who was who.

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It was hard not to notice the numerous shapes Isabella had drawn up and down the two figures, seemingly random.

“I love this drawing, Isa. Can you tell me what these shapes are on you two?”

“Those are our sites…for our pumps and cgms.”

And I could feel my heart sink.

But then I noticed something else. Smiles. Both the stick figure image of Isabella on the paper and the pigtailed toddler standing in front of me had smiles spread across their faces.

And I knew. I knew that Isabella had found someone else she could draw who also had shapes running up and down them like a highway of reminders of this disease. She was smiling because she had found someone to look up to and to show her that she shouldn’t be ashamed of these shapes. And while her shapes will never define her, they are a part of her story.

Thank you, Libby, for helping Isabella embrace her shapes…and for sharing her journey.

Cheers to Changing the World~
Kristina

Here we go again…

I have always loved Halloween. I love dressing up and I love the excitement leading up to it. It’s probably no secret to those that know me well that I start planning costumes months in advance…and we don’t disappoint!For most kids, though, Halloween is about much more than choosing costumes.

It’s about the candy. C-A-N-D-Y.

Most people would expect that, as parents of a kid with type 1 diabetes, Halloween would be the holiday we dread the most.

And they would be right…but not for the reasons you would assume.

THIS is why I dread Halloween:

Halloween Diabetes
And this:
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A year ago before Halloween I wrote a post in response to someone else’s blog entitled 10 Halloween Candy Alternatives That Won’t Give Your Kids Diabeetus. I realized then that there will always be people who choose to perpetuate stereotypes about this disease, simply because they don’t KNOW what it is. I also realized that there are people who back up jokes like these with the claim of “I was actually referring to TYPE 2 diabetes!”…as if that makes it ok. How about making a joke about cancer and saying “Oh! I didn’t mean breast cancer, I meant prostate cancer, silly!” Nope. Not ok. Another person’s illness or disease is not a joke…no matter what it’s called.This year I’ve decided that instead of being mad about these things, I’m going to channel my inner spirit fingers and let them help recharge my motivation (“Gimme a C-U-R-E!”). I know that our efforts to raise awareness and educate people about type 1 diabetes are helping someone…or many someones. I just know it.

I also know (ok, I just looked it up) that the word “ignorance” comes from the Latin ignorantia meaning “want of knowledge”. So you know what? We’re going to help the folks who continue to perpetuate the stereotypes about “diabeetus” (which, by the way, was only funny when it was said by Wilford Brimley) and keep supplying them with LOTS of knowledge.

You want it? You got it.
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Happy Halloween!

Bring it On…and Let’s Change the World~
Kristina

 

Three Words: Reflections from Friends for Life

fflI had just finished participating in DSMA (Diabetes Social Media Advocacy), the live Twitter chat that happens every Wednesday night at 9pm EST (which I’ve suddenly become addicted to). It was around 10:30pm and I finally sat down to write my blog post, reflecting on the Children with Diabetes “Friends for Life Conference” that we attended in early July. I typed my initial thought for the headline and an opening sentence…

That’s when I heard the crying and screams.

It was Isabella. She had been in bed and presumably asleep for an hour or two but was now awake and crying. I went upstairs to check on her…but she was already coming down the hallway on her way downstairs to see us. I asked what was wrong and she continued to cry; unfortunately, this scenario is not entirely unusual when you have nearly 4-year-old triplets who never want to go to sleep at night. Admittedly frustrated, I scooped her up and immediately knew something was wrong. Her little body felt like it was in a cold sweat. She continued to cry and wiggle around as she wrapped her arms tightly around me.

I suspected that her blood glucose was still very high (her levels had been high since we changed her insulin pod several hours earlier). I pulled out her meter and confirmed that she was in fact high (471!).  In and of itself this is not terribly concerning as her level can vary widely (after all, she’s a growing toddler!) and the solution is fairly straightforward – give her insulin to bring her level back down. The problem was that her level had been high for several hours and it was now clear that the insulin we had already given her didn’t seem to be having the desired effect of reducing her blood sugar level. Her pod likely wasn’t functioning or had come loose, which we hadn’t realized earlier.

We checked for ketones; if present in the bloodstream, ketones can lead to DKA, or ketoacidosis (resulting in a coma or worse). For the first time since her diagnosis, Isa had “medium to large” ketones, which is approaching very dangerous levels. I called the hospital emergency line to reach the on-call endocrinologist, and had prepared myself for what I thought would be our first diabetes-related visit to the ER since her diagnosis nearly two years ago. The doctor suspected that Isabella’s pump had not been delivering insulin for several hours and suggested we give her an insulin injection. Isa was scared…I guess she had already forgotten, or at least didn’t want to remember, the nearly fifteen-hundred insulin shots she received during her second year of her life. We replaced her pod and gave her an injection of insulin for the first time since she started on her OmniPod nearly 12 months earlier. Thankfully, within a couple of hours, her level came back down into range. With that, our diabetes crisis was averted.

I never did finish my “FFL reflections” blog post that night, so I wanted to finally share some thoughts. As I reflect on the conference, three words come to mind: inspired, hopeful and proud. Here are a few reasons why…

Inspired

  • We met and had the opportunity to hear from several athletes living with T1D that have accomplished amazing things: Jay Hewitt, Ryan Reed, Charlie Kimball, Sebastien Sasseville. These individuals truly inspire us and are great role models for our daughter; they remind us that anything is possible!
  • We met many great families, some of which we had already “met” in the DOC; I’m inspired by how they manage through this challenge day-after-day, month-after-month, year-after-year…while keeping a positive attitude, continuing to raise awareness and finding ways to overcome “diabetes burnout.”

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    Finally Meeting The Ferrer Family of “Jaime, Mi Dulce Guerrero”. Somos Amigos Para Toda La Vida!

Hopeful

  • We had the opportunity to hear about the Bionic Pancreas, a medical device currently being developed and tested by Dr. Ed Damiano and his team at Boston University. Dr. Damiano began developing this device as a commitment to his son, who was diagnosed with T1D at just 11 months old (he’s now 15). The technology is amazing and would enable Isabella and many others to live without having to worry or even think about diabetes every single day.
  • Isa started a trial of a Dexcom G4 CGM (continuous glucose monitor) during the conference. This was made possible by Jeff Hitchcock, Founder & President of Children With Diabetes, who asked if we were interested in participating in the trial. Jeff helped arrange everything with theDexcom team (who, by the way, are an amazing group of people!), and we were off. We’re hopeful her newDexcom CGM will help provide us with information to make more informed decisions about managing her diabetes…and will provide us with some sleep-FILLED nights!

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    One of our Friends for Life – Jeff Hitchcock, Founder & President of Children With Diabetes

Proud

  • I was so proud to see Isabella seek out others with green bracelets (all those with T1D were wearing green bracelets) to introduce herself and say “I have diabetes, too!” She was so proud to show off her OmniPod and her new Dexcom…and that made me smile as I want her to be proud of who she is, embrace the challenges in her life and turn them into opportunities.
  • Isabella and her triplet siblings, Mia and Max, made so many new friends during the conference and I know they will truly make “Friends for Life” as a result of attendingFFL each year. That makes me one proud papa!

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    The Trio with Lenny the Lion!

Overall, the conference was once again amazing. It is truly a great feeling to be with 800 other families that understand exactly what type one diabetes is all about and how it affects our family, both emotionally and physically (thank you to the family that gave me juice to treat Isa’s low by the pool!). The conference sessions are great and informative, but interacting with others affected by T1D and hearing about the amazing things they’ve accomplished living with diabetes is what makes this conference so special. Can’t wait for next year’s conference!

-Greg

 

Suiting Up

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“Celebrities with Type 1”

“Type 1 Famous People”

“Professional Athletes with Diabetes”

After Isabella’s diagnosis I searched. I searched…and I hoped.  I searched and I found what I had been so sure existed.  And I was relieved. Relieved to know that our daughter had “them” on her side.  She would have “them” to provide the name we needed to trigger some recognition…to trigger some action. I knew that as long as we could count on these people, there was no way Isabella would be living with Type 1 Diabetes ten years from now.

It’s their responsibility, after all…isn’t it?

This morning R&B star Usher announced on the TODAY Show that one of his young sons was diagnosed with T1D this past year .

“This year has been really one of my hardest years – I lost my grandmother, my son was diagnosed as being a type one diabetic. It has definitely been a difficult one for me, man,” he said. 

And with that admission, we scored big. Suit up, Mr. Raymond, and take your place alongside Ray Allen, Nick Jonas, Bret Michaels, Jay Cutler and the handful of others whose families have been turned upside down by a T1D diagnosis. Suit up and get ready for one of the most important gigs of your life.  Suit up and be prepared to be an advocate for…

Your son.

Yes, it’s a bonus for us to have someone like you on our team. Yes, the exposure your son’s diagnosis will give to this disease affecting so many of our families will help us to raise awareness and educate others. Yes, we hope your celebrity status will help us raise funds to aid in our search for a cure.

But that’s not your job right now.

Right now you’re a dad to a son who needs you…more than he’s ever needed you before. And that, my fellow substitute pancreas, is your job.

And when you’re ready, your team is here waiting for you…and we’re all warmed up.

Cheers to Changing the World~
Kristina

 

 

 

#TeachableMoments

Screen Shot 2014-02-14 at 2.06.08 PMWords can’t express how jazzed (yes, I said jazzed) Isabella and her siblings were this morning for their big Valentine’s Day party at school. It was so wonderful to see the true excitement on their faces when I told them they could FINALLY give their Valentine’s to their classmates.  I asked Isa if she would share her treats with me when she got home from school and a huge smile spread across her face.

“I’m going to get treats? What kind, mom?”

“I don’t know, chica.  I think you’ll probably get some cards from your friends and maybe some candy or cookies.”

“YAY!!!!!”

And just like that her day was made.

It’s days like today that I’m glad Isabella can’t read yet. It’s occasions  like Valentine’s Day and Halloween when I get to witness just how much misunderstanding and lack of education there exists about diabetes, both Type 1 and Type 2.

I am a regular Twitter user and we use our @InspiredbyIsa account to share info about our experience with T1D and  follow our friends in the Diabetes Online Community (DOC).

Two hashtags today, when combined, made my heart sink: #Diabetes #Valentines.

I don’t think I need to explain why…instead I’ll just share a sample of what I saw with all of you.

This. This is why we are doing what we are doing to raise awareness.

And you know what?

Today Isabella WILL come home with diabetes.  Just like she has for the past 535 days…just like she will until a cure is found. And she WILL share her treats with me.

Cheers to Changing the World~
Kristina

Why We All Need A Patty

Isa and Addison

Most people would look at this photo and see two little girls, happy and smiling…without a care in the world. What you’re really looking at are two AMAZING 3-year-olds fighting the challenges thrown at them by type 1 diabetes.

We had an awesome day with little Addison and her family today where we enjoyed pizza,  pump site changes (one planned and one not!), high (400) & low (48) blood sugars, and the beginning of an adorable friendship between two toddlers who’ve found a friend that “has didabeeeteees too!”

Watching Addison ask Isa if she wanted stickers to decorate her new insulin pod and holding her hand during her site change…and seeing Addison timidly show Isa her continuous glucose monitor adorning her little belly…it made me realize just how much it matters to have someone by your side who’s fighting the same battle as you. And I’m not just talking about the girls.

When Isabella was diagnosed we were in the hospital for less than 24 hours when we had a knock on our hospital room door.  In walked a woman that, though I didn’t realize it at the time, would set the scene for how I would be as a mother of a child with T1D.

Over the next hour this woman, Patty, told us about her life as a mom and wife to children AND a husband with Type 1.  She gave us a book of information about diabetes care she had photocopied from when one of her children was first diagnosed. She told us about diabetes camps and the difference they had made in her children’s lives.  She smiled. She laughed.  And her hair and makeup looked great.

She was normal.  

I wanted to be like Patty.

Before Christmas this past year a classmate of Isa’s was diagnosed with Type 1.  Up until that moment Isa had been the only child in her school with diabetes.  I didn’t know the family of this newly diagnosed child and had heard they would be moving and leaving the school over the holidays.  The day before the holiday break I went to the school to pick up the kids and, almost as if it was meant to be, the little boy’s father was there picking him up.  I am a firm believer in fate, and this was it.  It was my turn to be Patty.

I passed our contact info on to the dad and encouraged him to reach out to Greg or I if he or his wife needed anything. I told him about our experience with the OmniPod pump and about the Children with Diabetes Friends for Life Conference we attended in Orlando. I told him we were just a year post diagnosis so we were still learning, too, but that we could certainly provide advice based on our short experience. I was sure I’d return home that day to an email from this family with a list of questions I could answer. 

I was wrong. I was obviously no Patty.

Today while chatting with Addison’s mommy and daddy I was reminded of how important it is for parents of T1D kids to connect. To share stories of what’s worked and what hasn’t.  To commiserate about those unexplained lows and to curse the technology that, in reality, is helping us keep our children alive. To beam with pride when our kids exhibit bravery we could never muster.

We all need a Patty to remind us that our lives as our kid’s substitute pancreas won’t be easy, but to keep in mind that our kids will take their cues from us. It’s up to us to assure them that their diabetes, though a part of who they are, doesn’t define them. It’s up to us to let them know that there is an Addison somewhere out there to hold their hand.

So, for those of you who are newly diagnosed, or those who have just gotten the courage to seek out some support, we are here. I may not be a Patty but I can assure you that my hair and makeup look great, too.

Cheers to Changing the World,
Kristina

 

Reflections From A Substitute, Substitute Pancreas (AKA: Aunt Shelly)

As we sat in the airport club waiting to board our flight to Las Vegas…our first trip away from our children and since Isabella’s diagnosis…I sent a quick text to Isa’s Aunt Shelly: “Would you be interested in writing a guest blog about your experience managing Isa’s diabetes this weekend?” Her response: “That would be awesome.”  So, here you have it:)
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Isabella and her Aunt Shelly

Isabella and her Aunt Shelly

Last summer my brother asked me if I would watch the trio so he and Kristina could have a long weekend away.  “Absolutely,” was my response.  In December, Greg decided to surprise Kristina for Christmas and take her on a 4 day trip to Las Vegas right after New Year’s and asked if I was sure we were ok with watching the kids.  Again – “absolutely,” I said. I realized that I would be charged with not only adding three 3 year olds to our family of 4 kids, but I would be managing Isa’s T1D. The fact that I was entrusted to take care of Isa was an honor that I didn’t take lightly. I knew I was up for the challenge and off they went…..

Greg and Kristina dropped the kids off on a Wednesday night and thus started Isa’s monitoring.  I was given some base numbers to decide if I should check her in the middle of the night or not, but had already decided that I would feel better just getting up and checking her to be sure all was ok. This meant that I would be checking her around 11:00pm before I went to bed, and then setting my alarm to check her at 3:00am.

Over the next few days I realized that having T1D is very much like having a newborn again. Her glucose must be checked every 2-3 hours and she eats something after each check while inputting her carb counts into her OmniPod insulin pump.  I’ve never had to worry about what food or snacks to give my own children. I just feed them whatever we are having and if they want a few cookies after dinner then so be it.  With Isa, that is so different. I wanted to ensure that each meal and snack had what she needed to keep her levels in check. Overall, I think it went pretty well. She had a day of some higher numbers that really couldn’t be explained unless it was from the one small cookie that she had the day before. She also had some lower numbers in the middle of the night that I offset with some glucose gel to ensure she didn’t drop too low before she awoke. I now know that sometimes, no matter how accurate your carb inputs are or how much you do right, you just can’t explain some of the high and low numbers.

Throughout the 4 days everyone in the house was checking Isa’s glucose for her and at one point she said “Aunt Shelly, none of my cousins are checking me today.” She loves her cousins and definitely feeds off of the attention they give her.

On Saturday morning I was cleaning up from breakfast and all the kids were in the basement playing. I went down to see what they were doing and they were all lined up in front of Isa. I was told that she was “checking” everyone’s levels. It was so cute that they were all pretending to have their fingers pricked, but also sad when I thought about the reality of this for Isa.

Isa had to have an insulin pod change while she was with us as they expire after 3 days. We started the process and she was very positive. She told me it would hurt when the needle went in. I asked her to squeeze my hand to help her. She didn’t even flinch and had not one tear.  That was a proud moment for me.

The day came for Mom and Dad to pick up the kids and I must say I was a bit sad.  As busy as we were taking care of all of them and especially taking care of Isa, I felt a bit empty at their leaving.  I feel honored that I would be trusted to take care of Isa’s life because that’s basically what I was in charge of. Isa’s levels must be monitored constantly and the insulin she receives keeps her alive. I have a whole new respect for this little girl. While she has T1D, the reality is that she’s just a little girl that doesn’t really have a clue of the enormity of the card she has been given in life. I am confident that her independent attitude will take her wherever she wants to be. She lights up the room with her laughter and smile. I will be right there with her along this journey and am thrilled that I get to be her aunt.

What Faith Feels Like

faithFebruary 2010.

This was the last time we traveled anywhere together. No kids. No diabetes.

Fast forward to last week as we dropped the kids off at their aunt & uncle’s house and waved goodbye for 4 days.

Rewind just a bit to the two hours leading up to the drop off as we prepared bags for 3 toddlers…

“Do you have extra test strips in there?”

“The insulin in the kit won’t be enough for two pod changes…actually we should probably have enough for 3 just in case we have any pod failures. Oh, that means we should put a few extra pods in the bag.”

“Are there any alcohol wipes left in the pump kit?”

“I need to make the food list with carb counts…I’ll just send the pre-measured snack bin…that’ll be easier.”

Notice a trend? Not a single discussion about normal toddler essentials…pure “diabetes preparation panic” talk. No discussion about blankies or dolls, tooth brushes or diapers. Just straight “are we really sure we can put all of this responsibility on someone else?” talk.

But we did.

And you know what?

Aunt Shelly & Uncle Roy (and some Grandma Dar Dar thrown in!) rocked it.

We learned a big lesson this weekend about trust and faith. I’ve told people many times that when the nurse came in to our hospital room after Isabella’s diagnosis and said we could go home, I couldn’t believe it.  They were letting us LEAVE?!? I was terrified.  How would we possibly know what to do? How could they possibly believe we could manage this disease that we’d just met 4 days earlier? Did they not realize they were putting us in charge of our daughter’s LIFE?!?

A year and a half later I now know how they were able to let us leave that day: they had FAITH.

The first time your parents let you board that yellow bus…they had faith that the driver would get you to school safely.

As they handed over their car keys as you head out for your first solo drive…they had faith you wouldn’t believe the old “stop signs with a white outline mean ‘PAUSE’ myth”.

When your college roommate asked you to go to that party with her…she had faith you wouldn’t let her make bad decisions.

Stepping into your classroom as new teacher…your principal had faith you’d make a difference in your student’s lives.

Delivering your first child…you had faith in the doctor’s “Water Balloon Toss Champion – 1981” trophy displayed in his office.

I believe that parents are always nervous the first time they leave their child or children in someone else’s care.  The reality is that if we spend our lives worried about the “what ifs” with any of our children, we may never know what the “could’ve beens” might be. There exists so much uncertainty raising children, T1D or not, that it could very easily consume your every moment in life. We’ve chosen not to let it. We’ve chosen to trust and have faith that if we can learn how to manage Isabella’s diabetes, others can, too.

In fact, doesn’t it make sense to teach everyone in the canoe how to row? Let me know if you need a paddle. 🙂

Cheers to Changing the World~
Kristina