Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere.... your or your loved one's diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share. (Thanks to Jasmine of Silver-Lined for this topic suggestion.)
Yes, before we begin, I missed Day 2: We The Undersigned. Busy and fun day with the kiddo's yesterday and a surprisingly early bedtime that I could not resist. So, you will have to forgive me for not completing day 2. But, today, back on the horse as they say (I think?) with day 3: Memories.
One of the reasons I blog is not only to share our story living with type 1 diabetes but also it's for me, to remember and save my feelings and our experiences living with t1d. This blog is chalk full of memories good and bad.
Of course, just like many parents of a type 1's I'm sure diagnoses day comes flooding in when you start thinking about our most memorable diabetes day. It's the first one that entered my mind, mostly the feelings of that day, the overwhelming feelings. I can see it so clear, like watching a movie but with the volume off. But today, I do not wish to relive that panic and chaos.
The proud moments are what I would like to relive...Cara's first cross country meet.
Running is a big part of our lives, it's kinda how it all started really. My husband and I met at a Cross Country meet all the way back in high school. We really did push our kids into running (I'm not ashamed to say it), we loved it, so why wouldn't they...right? hahaha, WRONG!
Our oldest Kailyn ran in grade school and she was great, but she just didn't have her heart in it. The second she started making her own decisions about what she liked and did not like, well, running was a dislike. We tried everything, even bribery and I think grade 7 track was the end of her running career.
My oldest son Connor...not a runner, although, he has started to go for small jogs with his dad to get a laptop; a year fitness challenge that Connor and Kylie have begun but competitive racing, not in the cards for him. And that is just fine with us...we still love him! ;)
Kylie, she is a great runner. She loves to run (at least for now) she kinda reminds me of me :) she's not the best but she's not the worst by far and she has her whole heart in it to win it. She is training for her first track and field meet as we speak. GO KY!
Now, our Cara...she is a natural born runner. She's lite on her toes, explosive...she reminds me of a deer. lol, Actually many things about her is very deer like, when she was around 2 (before diabetes) we use to comment on how doe like her eyes were, big and round, so sweet, her deep brown doe eyes, she's extremely shy and hesitant like a little fawn always hiding behind her mother and she runs with the ease and bounce of a deer. Anyways, back to my memory... When she was diagnosed, I think that night of, I said to my husband "well, there goes your little runner!"
That, of course, was many moons ago and we have learned and now know and believe that diabetes will not hold her back from anything she wants to accomplish. Her first Cross Country meet is a testament to that.
Her first Cross Country Meet was our first time trying to figure out how to make diabetes and sports work for Cara. She really did not need to run thaaaat far...but...for us, it was FAR, for her it was insanely far.
It was her first race and we knew she was going to do great, only if she believed she could. I will never forget, it was on this day that we learned Cara and her bff M were training with each other every. single. day. at school HOLDING HANDS...that is how they ran...every time they went for a run at school to train for this one event Cara and M would hold hands...the whole time. Cara was extremely stressed that for this race M and her could not. I gave her a little pep talk, "just run like you do at school, you are going to do great...without the hand holding.... M will be right behind you...you can do this!!"
We checked bg and removed her pump (she was in range and she did not want her pump on her when she ran so we took it off) I gave her a kiss and hug and told her "dad is waiting in the wooded area for you." I left her there to find my spot with all the other parents. She stood on that starting line soooo scared, M right next to her...waiting for the gun to go. I truly believe that if M was not there to stand beside Cara on that starting line, Cara would have pulled out of that race. But, she was ready for this, I knew she was going to do great, I knew we had diabetes under control and today diabetes was not going to destroy this day.
The gun went and she took off, not as fast as I thought she would, but she began sprinting through those kids like a deer running through the forest, dodging tree after tree, she made it to her dad and they were gone, in the trees where I could not see. That wait for them to come out into the open took forever, with the constant please please, come on Cara, please do good, please do great, going through my head over and over, hoping that nothing went wrong in the trees, hoping that she did not give up without her bff's hand to hold, hoping she did not fall down. Then all of a sudden 1 kid,2,3,4 kids and holy shit that's my girl, there she is...that's her... GO CARA, GO BABY RUN!! (BTW, I crying right now writing this)
At that moment I was on top of the world, diabetes WHAT? Screw you...we beat you...she won...she did great...she is amazing!
That is the moment I knew and truly believed...DIABETES WILL NOT STOP MY GIRL FROM DOING ANYTHING SHE WANTS TO DO.
As I ran to find her at the finish line to congratulate her with tears filling my eyes, what does my girl say to me? "where's M, did she finish? Is she ok?" Yes my dear, you both did amazing!!
Maybe one of my most proudest memories of Cara to-date, I had to share...again!
|That's my girl!|