Not my guilt…though I’ve got plenty of it. Sometimes I find myself drifting into the trap of believing that my best efforts are letting down the people I love. That somehow I’m not “measuring up” to be the wife my husband thought he was marrying…or the fact that I try to keep my house somewhat tidy (I’m NOT a slave to housework, but do I strive for some cleanliness and organization around here) means that I don’t love my kids because I’m not spending every waking moment indulging them…or the fact that we use “hand-me-down” clothes and toys means that I somehow don’t want the best for my girls…or the fact that my kids aren’t participating in every possible extracurricular activity means that I’m not allowing them to discover hidden talents…the trap of feeling that I’m not doing a “good enough” job at this game of LIFE…
Yeah, I’ve got Mom Guilt. But I’ve got Diabetes Guilt too.
When she’s 400 (or, ehum, higher), I immediately blame myself. Did I miss something? If she’s low, I immediately assume I messed up somewhere. When we’re having a roller coaster day, my mind spins and spins…because I must be doing SOMETHING wrong.
But...like I said…this isn’t about MY GUILT. I wonder what SHE must think while the meter ticks down and my face shows it’s a number I’m not happy with. I wonder what she must think when she hears her mommy and daddy talking about her numbers and shaking our heads. I wonder what goes through her little mind when she knows it’s been a hard diabetes night and I’m tired.
July 25th marked seven years since her T1 diagnosis. Seven years down, and a lifetime to go. Before another day passes, there are a few things I want my daughter to know...
Sweet Daughter of Mine,
Wendy Rose has been a Registered Nurse since 1995. After spending most of her career at the bedside in the Emergency Room, the Post Anesthesia Care Unit, and Labor & Delivery, she currently works from home as a Pediatric Telephone Triage Nurse.
Wendy’s oldest daughter was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in 2005, at the age of 24 months and Celiac Disease in 2008, at the age of 5. Wendy herself was diagnosed with Celiac Disease in 2009.
Balancing the demands of her daughter’s blood sugar management while maintaining a gluten free lifestyle; on top of her role as wife and mother; in addition to maintaining her nursing career can be a challenge at times. She documents her family’s journey at
Wendy and her husband, Jason, have been married since 2000. They have three daughters, ages 8, 5 and 4. Wendy also has a 14 year old step-daughter. The family resides in the Sonoran Desert with their rescue dog, Ivy.