This is my Type 1 Diabetic Story
I was 26 weeks pregnant with my son Thor and I had just taken my gestational diabetes screening that morning when I got a call around 6 pm from my midwife. I was defiantly nervous because a late night call from your doctor after a screening is never a good sign. She went on to tell me that after running the tests multiple times, my blood sugars were off the chart. She did not think that I had gestational diabetes, but actual diabetes. I was ready for gestational diabetes because I had been told that I had high blood sugars during a previous pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage. I was baffled that she thought I had diabetes because I'm very active and also eat well most of the time. Next, I was told to immediately go to First Hill Hospital in Seattle and that I would no longer be able to deliver with a midwife or even at that hospital. Unfortunately, my amazing tennis partner had planned a baby shower for me so my midwife said that I could go as long as I didn't eat and immediately went to the hospital after.
I showed up to the shower with the car packed for an extended hospital visit afterwards. Needless to say, I was out of my mind stressed about what that meant to me and the baby all the while trying to enjoy my friends. Once the party was over, I picked up my husband and we headed to the hospital.
They were expecting me. I was delivered to the high risk preterm labor area, where all of the other moms were on bed rest expecting triplets. There I was, not knowing what was going on. They actually never told me anything that night. All the doctors were at home asleep. The next morning a bunch of tests were run and I awaited a doctor to show up and tell me what was happening. The nurses said that they suspect I am diabetic and instructed me to get comfy because i was going to be there a while.
Finally, a doctor did finally come and tell me that unfortunately, my blood sugars are through the roof and that I am for sure a diabetic and from the looks of me, Type 1, but we most likely wont know until after the baby is born because of all my hormones etc. I was started on insulin, a long acting insulin (Humulin 70/30) and fast acting (Humalog). The nurses taught me how to do my injections with an old fashion needle and syringe. It felt like it took all day to give myself that first injection, I just couldn't do it!! I remember thinking that I would accidentally give myself too much or too little and accidentally kill myself. Now that seems kinda funny... Diabetes is more of a slow and painful death! Lol.
The scariest of all this was when they did a thorough ultrasound to see if Thor was okay. I knew the complications because obviously I was obsessively googling everything during my down time, thank god he looked perfect and still is. I even called a friend that I thought was Type 1 because I had once seen his pump. I do sometimes wish we could redo that conversation as he spoke diabetes and I did not. Finally, after 5 days of drs lining up to educate me about my new disease I was discharged.
My husband and I had a weekend trip just a day after getting home with friends to celebrate a chunk of them turning 30. Of course we went, I had been diabetic for a week now and was a pro. I called my diabetic educator on our way out of town to tell her that I had been doing everything exactly right and that I had a low in the middle of the night. After listening she examined my prescription and found out that the doctor prescribed me the wrong insulin and had me on 60/40!!! We had a heck of a time finding a pharmacy in the middle of nowhere so that I wouldn't "die" as I like to exaggerate.
I still cant believe they released me into the world without an insulin pump and CGM!!!