It sounds silly now, but my first concern after hearing I had gestational diabetes was that I’d have to give up my favorite pizza. I’ve been making a special effort to eat healthy foods throughout this pregnancy, and the pizza was one of the few exceptions. And it wasn’t really that unhealthy… Deep down, I know that my diet had nothing to do with the diabetes diagnosis, but I’m still pretty shocked by the news. And for the first time, I’m actually a little concerned about myself. Gestational diabetes is typically temporary (going away after giving birth), but not always. Permanent diabetes isn’t something I bargained for. With an inward sigh, I remind myself again to be positive. Be positive. Be positive.
The nurse with the diabetes diagnosis also provided the number to the closest nutritional counselor. It was close to my house (not in Portland or Washington, or worse), so maybe my luck is already turning around. On the following Monday, the very nice nutritionist let me know that I just barely didn’t pass the gestational diabetes test. But even a mild case is taken very seriously, especially for any pregnancy considered high risk (like mine!). To my relief, she also tells me that my favorite pizza and peanut M&Ms are not off-limits after all. I just have to refrain from feasting on them. Can do! Now I’m really feeling that my luck is turning around. Then, the nutritionist provides an organized outline of what I should eat and when. Basically, it’s a good guideline of how you should eat all the time, gestational diabetes or not. And, it’s really not far off from how I’ve been eating during this pregnancy already. Can do. Next, I get the blood testing kit from her. It’s small and portable, and appears easy to use. But yes, it does mean poking my fingers three times every day, on a very specific schedule. More pokes... But at least these are minor compared to the progesterone! OK, so now I know the new rules. Anyone who knows me can confirm that I’m a “rule follower”, so this situation is no exception. Besides, I’ve got my precious cargo to keep me motivated. I do exactly as I’m told.
Now I’m recording my blood pressure AND blood sugar levels, three times each day! I even created a special “spreadsheet” to keep everything organized. After all, I have to turn in these readings during my many doctor visits. After the first week of this, Holly and Darren came over for dinner. For moral support, Holly suggested we all do a finger poke. Holly steps up like champ, even letting me push the “needle release” button on the testing meter. If you know Holly, you’d know that she doesn’t give up control of something like this lightly. Tom was next. No issues. Then it was Darren’s turn, and it was clear he was not so enthusiastic about participating. This was not his idea. Reluctantly, he stepped up to the table, and nervously sat down. I demand a finger. It’s pretty comical how he starts to comply, then pulls his finger back. He’s smiling, but is not happy. I finally grab his ring finger and push the needle release plunger, but Darren’s finger shows nothing! He thinks he’s done, but Holly and I are not satisfied without seeing that telltale small blood droplet. This just means a slightly deeper setting is needed, and I proceed by making the adjustment on the meter. This time, he pulls his finger away so fast that I couldn’t grab it for a re-poke. He cried “deeper, why?!” He knew why. But I calmly reminded him that we saw no blood on the first try, likely due to thicker skin or a callous on his finger. Resigned to his fate, Darren agreed to a 2nd try. As the needle penetrates his finger, a look of panic crosses his face, and an exaggerated expression of pain follows. PRICELESS!
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