Monday, September 19, 2011

GROAN, Part II (Sigh?)

I went to my endocrinologist again today. Last time I went, I said I would ask my doctor exactly how many children he thought I should have, since he already seemed to think two was too many. I was prepared to make a case for more than two, but I was put on the defensive early.

Doc: "Are you breastfeeding still?"
Me: "Yes, I--"
Doc: "You're still doing that? How much longer will you go?"
Me: "Um, yeah...well, they say you should do it for a year---"
Doc: "What about a period? Have you had one?"
Me: "Yes, a few. I think three---"
Doc: "And you are being...careful, right?"
Me: "Um, yeah?..." [My husband told me that I should have responded: "If by careful you mean we're not using swords, then yes."]

I finally got the chance to ask MY question, the one that was supposed to get us together on the same page.

Me: "What's the problem with me having more children? It's not going to hurt me, is it?"
Doc: "No, no, it's fine. It's just..."
Me: "Hard?"
Doc: "Yes, it's very hard. And let me just say, you have two beautiful, healthy children and you should be thankful, if you know what I mean. [By this, I can only assume he meant that I should not ask too much of whoever it is that's responsible for the health and beauty of my children. I can't tell if he thinks that's me, him, or God.] But you don't need 20 children."
Me: "What about 10?"
Doc: [awkward chuckle]
Me: "Well, I at least have to have three. Population replacement level is 2.1 and..." [I can't believe I said that out loud. Now I sound like I'm afraid of Indian and African babies.]
Doc: "No it's not, not any more..."
Me: "Yes, it is. Population replacement level is 2.1 and it's impossible to have .1 children..."
Doc: "OK, well three it is."
Me: [Crap. I knew I shouldn't have said that out loud.] [Brief moment of silence while I compose myself.] "I'm not making any promises."

Yes, it really was that awkward, and I have a feeling it's going to get worse. Groan/sigh.

The more I think about this, the more I think that what it comes down to is whether I'm able to manage my lows (both during pregnancy and ongoing after the baby is born), and whether my babies look like my diabetes is stressing them out. So far, I manage lows better now than I did before I got pregnant, because I've learned to expect them almost every time I go more than 2 hours without eating. My A1Cs are great, and my eyes, blood vessels and kidneys are fine. As for my babies, I've had one baby born with a low blood sugar (son #1) and one baby born a little on the large side (son#2). But today, they are both totally normal, healthy and beautiful.

So, I think I'm OK. I don't think I'm asking too much of whoever is responsible for the health and beauty of my children. If it's me, then I say it's totally worth it. If it's my doctor, I think he should get over it and just let me pay him to do his job. And if it's God, I have a grand trust in His abundant mercy towards our little, growing family.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

This Made Me Laugh Out Loud

I like Simcha Fisher's writing. Besides being funny, she's hilarious, in this post about being a "Grand Multipara." Grand multipara means you've given birth 5 or more times (according to Wikipedia). Though I've only done it twice, I've half a mind to make up a list of things "up with which I will not put" for the next go around.

Her bit about the stirrups really won me over. I hate stirrups, and it pleases me to no end that a woman with eight children STILL has not made peace with them.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

I want one

Some of you may have already heard about the teaming up of Animas and Dexcom to provide an integrated pump and CGM system. I read about it back in June on Karri's blog and meant to mention it here but it slipped my mind until recently!

I went poking around on the internet tonight looking for pictures of this coveted device and actually found something a bit more satisfying, the UK Animas website with the real thing... The Animas Vibe.

After drooling over it (I mean, the whole keep up with the dexcom receiver that won't stay attached to me and falls out of my pocket in the car thing isn't wonderful... Although, I DO realize the beauty of the Dex CGM, don't think for a second I don't idolize my Dex and how it's change my life.) Oh right, I was drooling over it and turned to the hubs... "why don't I just order it from the UK, Honey?" His brilliant one word response: "insurance". Oh right, drat. Ok, thanks for humoring me! I just wish it were available for oh, I dunno, a future pregnancy ;)