It takes a special type of mom to patiently wait to find out if baby number three is coming along. I am no such mom. I am a Type 1 Diabetic mom. Waiting to find out - say, until you miss a period - means precious time was lost. The T1D roller coaster does not slow down. Once you're seated and you've heard your endocrinologist's announcement over the loudspeaker, "Welcome to T1D - the Coaster of your life. Please remain seated at all times. Keep all pumps, testers and Ginger Ale cans inside the train at all times and enjoy the ride!" you're off. There is no stopping the highs or the lows. But there is some control.
The other day my three-year-old toddler, Lucas, and I headed over to the nearest walk-in clinic since he was having a sever cough for many days. I handed him the iPad, seated him down in the empty waiting room and headed over to the glass window to announce our arrival. A receptionist in her late 30s slid the glass window to the side and greeted me warmly. I gave her Lucas' health card and explained the cough, the fevers, the chills, the works. She took the info and told me to have a seat. As I turned to leave, I quickly turned back and she paused mid-slide. She opened the window all the way once again and I asked if it's possible to also be tested for pregnancy, since I am there.
In the last month there may have been a few fun nights with Hubby that may or may not lead to baby number 3 for us. Again, as a T1D I have to find out as quickly as I can so I can start being proactive and diligent about my numbers.
The receptionist took my health card, my info - T1D for 8 years, not on any contraceptives, Hubby and I are trying-ish to conceive - gave me a pee cup and I did my thing in the ity-bity waiting room bathroom. She graciously kept her window open and one eye on Lucas while I peed... not very graciously, but either way there was enough there for a dip stick. I was in a rush to see that Lucas was still in Zombie-mode with the iPad and had not wondered off into the Pharmacy or down the street. He is an adventure seeker and explorer at heart, so it would not have surprised me. I washed my hands with the door open while watching him continue playing Sonic.
I delivered my "specimen" and sat down next to Lucas. Within a minute, we were in. Again, in the smallest examination room conceivable. So small, that once the doctor came in, I had to step aside and behind the door he had just closed to allow him room to walk past the exam table and over to one of the two chairs in the room. It was awkward and he apologized.
He asked me what would be my response to being pregnant. I responded that I would be excited and I meant it. He said, "Well good because you are definitely pregnant. Very, very early pregnancy but very surely pregnant."
I truly was excited. I wanted to hug him... but that would have been awkward and the spacing of the room did not allow for such a gesture, nor would it be welcome. I resolved to wait till I saw Hubby in a few minutes. I barely heard what he said from there on. Something about seeing family doctor, taking vitamins, blah blah blah.... I am pregnant. I am making a baby. God has blessed us with another little tiny life growing inside. He checked Lucas and said he has a simple cold and sent us on our way. That's good news, times two.
This is baby number three for Hubby and I. Both my boys, my 6-year-old Benjamin, and my toddler, Lucas and were conceived while their mama was T1D. Thankfully both pregnancy were magical, with no complications and no issues. Labour and delivery were all natural (both pregnancies were considered high risk and so I wanted as little intervention as possible) easy-ish lasting 6 hours and 4 hours respectively, and so finding out about baby number three could do nothing but cause joy and excitement.
One simple problem that I may have is the lack of a family doctor. But who needs them anyways? I have an appointment with my endocrinologist at the end of the month and maybe he'll be able to refer me to the high-risk OB that I had both times before. But then again I guess I could call up the family doctor that I claim I have... I have not gone in to see her for two years. I think technically she is still my family doctor.
Tomorrow I will attempt to call the office that does not answer phones and takes no voicemails either...
I went to: http://jdrf.org/blog/2013/t1d-pregnancy-planning/ and requested the T1D Pregnancy Planning Toolkit and borrowed the beautiful pic at the top. Over the coming days, I will be pouring over the contents of that Toolkit like the eager mom of three that I am.
STATS:
Last Period - early October. I have a regular 28 day cycle (sometimes 30, but who am I kidding? It's regular)
How Far Along - 4 weeks.
Symptoms - Stupid tired (needing nap early morning and another nap when my toddler naps), bloating, one single 15 min period of mild nausea (yesterday) - Thank you GOD! This may be pregnancy #3 with no nausea, no vomit.
Weight: same as I've been forever it seems.
Due Date: July 2014
Heart's Desire: Girl. But a boy would be x 1,000 easier. I am trusting that God has picked out whatever gender it is that He thinks is right. But He tells me in the Bible to "present my requests to Him" so I did. But not my will but his. Besides, I have all the clothes I need for a boy, I have all the toys, the boys will naturally play well together, I know how to change boy's diapers, how to play chase/swords/tag/hide and go boo/Super Mario Galaxy with boys... whatever would I do with a girl? Braid her hair, do our makeup, talk over tea, do dishes together? Sigh...
A girl can dream...
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