Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Politics Are Not People

Over the past year, I've listened to many sides of the vast political spectrum.  In observing the daily articles and social media posts, it's been easy to determine the following non-scientific generalizations:

  • There are those in favor of 'this' and others in favor of 'that' but rarely is there an acceptance in knowing we need bits and pieces of both.

  • Some profess open-mindedness but in doing so, spout angry, ugly remarks about any suggested solution and how it can't remedy the problem.

  • Others sharply denounce and degrade anyone with views that differ from their own.  

I find it all to be terribly sad.

Within this new society of radical free speech (meaning say whatever you want to anyone that you want to - especially on social or news media as long as it is behind a computer), what is most often lost, is human kindness.

Not the pay-it-forward-because-I-am-in-line-at-Starbucks kind of human kindness either. No, I'm talking about the fundamental understanding that we are all people.  To be exact; Human Beings.

With that proper designation, it is suddenly clear that we are bound by a commonality of flesh, blood and most especially; the will to live and to be loved.

Human Beings.

By pointing out that basic common denominator in all of us, my hope is that it may help to bring about a small cultural change within our world.  That change could then ripple through the many layers of society, into rules and laws and throughout civilization.

What a great reminder to our administration of remembering our individual selves and all of our fellow Human Beings.

Then, if we work towards actively fixing the problem, sharing our ideas in a positive and constructive environment, we may make headway towards goal-oriented results.

I say this often, #togetherwecan.

After all, politics are not people, but undeniably, Human Beings.  Instead of passively sitting behind a keyboard spouting negativity, I suggest that we continue to do what the #DOC has known to do for so many years... 

Stay informed, stay involved and be sure to vote.  

1.) Keep up on current trends here:

2.) Work with your local ADA and JDRF.

3.)  Know laws that pertain to your needs and communicate to the agencies that are implementing changes to voice your concerns.

4.) And above all... write to your senators, your congress and share the reminder that we are all Human Beings.

Monday, January 9, 2017

2017 A New Year: A New Stage.

While I haven't been blogging as much as I used to, time has certainly not stopped, me or The Naturally Sweet Sisters, from experiencing the many rapid changes that the teen years bring about. Our house seems to contain a different energy than it once did; busy, electric, exciting and most of all, forcefully propelling our family forward into the years of young adulthood.  I think my absence from blogging is a futile attempt to try to slow and maybe, savor these fleeting days, despite that nagging little voice that continually counts down the time remaining in which the four of us are together.

Next Christmas, she will be a junior in high school.

The Christmas after, she will be a senior.

Then, just months later, she will be off to college.  

And her little sister? Following right behind.

What I have discovered is that my patience is perhaps greater with knowing this a time of great change.  

Our oldest rarely misses a bolus, stays on top of changing her sites and has developed a new desire to make tiny pump corrections - just so she continues to feel well.  All of these tasks developed through the last few years and in some artful way, slowly came into focus as part of her daily routine.  

What I say is far less important than how I react.

For those moments where our girls 'forget' or ignore their T1D care, the way that I react is much more important than anything that I say (let's be real - yell) or demand.  Finding that compassion and understanding in what went wrong and guiding each of the girls to discovering their own resolution is much more important.  I can no longer swoop in and save the day.  Now is the time for their own solutions.  

Time is the greatest gift.

As these last few teen years unfold, complete with growing pains and amazing discoveries, I know that I want to continue to be there to see it all.  My youngest daughter recently snuggled up to me on the couch and whispered that she was glad that she could share what was happening in her life - this after a rather difficult conversation about the woes of social media.  Her little hug was a mixture of relief, support and love, because no matter how grown they are, they still have the need to be connected to their parents.  

We are their foundation, their glue and as I always say, their back-up pancreas.  

They will never be alone.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

November is National Diabetes Awareness Month: Lessons Learned About Feeding Your Baby

The most common question that I have been asked is about the diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes in both of my daughters.  The question is usually blanketed in the concern of whether I breast-feed or bottle feed or if I think my early feeding days caused a diagnosis.  To answer the question, I usually share that I raised my children with two different ways of feeding early through infancy, yet both had ultimately been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.  Sometimes that answer provides enough relief, but sometimes, parents walk away with continuing concern over what they did or did not do.  With November is National Diabetes Awareness Month, I wanted to help families by eliminating any concerns they may continue to harbor by sharing our personal feeding journey.

Thinking long ago to when my oldest daughter was born, I remember having so many well-intentioned people sharing advice, thoughts and opinions about the best ways to raise a child.  I was grateful as having the multitudes of advice sharers on hand, as somehow it made for a kind of newborn insurance policy.  I knew that even if I didn't know what to do, I could call any number of friends that had 'been there, done that' and get the answer that I needed.

Those early feelings of insecurity that manifested in collecting my advice sharing friends intensified after delivery.  As a first time mom, I had a difficult labor that required a lengthy recovery after our precious little girl was born.  Without going into major details, there was a bit of trauma in the way that my daughter entered into the world and that trauma fed into my own worries and anxiety of carrying for a baby.

Not knowing how I would be feeling, I had asked for a close family member to stay at our home for the first two weeks.  My husband and I had taken multiple birthing classes, read a million childcare books on modern parenting and prepared to try to recreate everything we had learned for our nursery.  Not surprisingly, there was an immediate clash between the family member, praised for her sage advice before our little girl's arrival and our freshly graduated parenting class ideals.  If you could see and hear friction, it would be a closed wooden bedroom door with the sounds of many, many tears on both sides of the partition.

The biggest and boldest issue causing the most tears was the way that we had decided to feed our little girl.  Leading up to the arrival of our child, we had planned and prepared for exclusive breast-feeding.  Meaning, there weren't even bottles on stand-by within our home.  We were well decided on the breast-feeding route and so there was no need for pumps, bottles or even pacifiers.  Trouble arose immediately with this plan as our little girl displayed difficulty with latching during our long hospital stay.  The nurse asked if we would like to clip her frenum (simple surgery for tongue-tie) or supplement with bottle feeding.  Horrified that our sweet baby might endure any pain after such an exhausting delivery, I declined and agreed to the first bottle of formula.  The nurse assured me that it was common for newborns and would not present future feeding struggles.  The advice that I was given was a reminder to keep trying and eventually our baby would easily latch.  After a few more bottles and another two nights, we were discharged and sent home with a well stocked cooler of prepared formula.

At home, despite our efforts including middle of the night calls to La Leche League, continued offering of breast only and then, frantically calling the on-call doctor every hour on the hour proved to no avail.   Flashback back to the closed bedroom door, and on that particular day, our visitor, feeling anguish over hearing baby and mama cry, had realized two sad truths.  First, no one likes to see a mother and baby struggle over feedings and secondly, there is no feeding and holding a baby that is breastfed.  Both of those were thoughts that never crossed our guests mind before agreeing to stay with us.  Her old-fashioned skilled thinking included the time she had spent as a mother, which were during 'pro-bottle-fed only' days.  So by the second day, she decided enough was enough and happily prepared bottles with an offer (and pressure) to feed the baby.

This led to more mothering tears and also, more worries and more nerves.  The easy answer was to accept the bottle (and I did) but with a hefty dose of anxiety, guilt and shame for not feeding my sweet baby in the way that I had tried and wanted to achieve.

By the third day, our guest left (more tears) and I was able to try to reconcile my different feedings by offering more and more bottle feedings.  Visually, our baby was gaining weight, sleeping better and even giving those adorable 'too young to smile' smiles. By the end of the second week, with my milk drying up, I recognized that bottle feeding was doing 99.9% of the overall job.  I also recognized that it was doing a wonderful job.  Dare I say that I had the sweetest, happiest baby on earth? Clearly this was the best for our baby.

Time marched on and just a bit over a year later, I was pregnant again.  This time, we took a very fun and silly parenting class that catered to more seasoned parents as 'A night away from toddlers'.  The overall tone from the instruction circled around the thought that just feeding your child was best (still makes me laugh) and that regardless of how you chose to handle breast-feeding, bottle feeding or some sort of combination, parents are doing a great job. Not surprisingly, even after my first delivery, for the second, I felt relaxed and ready.

Perhaps some of that positive energy helped.  Immediately, I was able to breast feed without any issues.  In fact, feeding went so smoothly, that I spent about 1.5 years doing it.  When it came time to wean, we were both ready and the end felt natural and complete.  While completely different than our first experience, this was also best for our baby,

I shared my story after diagnosis and now with the parenting community because all too often, we look at ourselves to blame when what we originally envisioned in feeding our babies doesn't work out according to our plan.  When unimaginable news like the diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes, an autoimmune disease with no known origin or cure, came into our lives, once again we looked for what, we as parents, might have done wrong.  We blame ourselves for what we did, or didn't do, as that may have somehow caused our child's diagnosis.  That's not only unfair but defeating to our future recovery.  The honest truth is all parents are trying to do the best that they can for their babies, families, and world.  However you choose to feed your child, will always be the best thing that you can do for your baby,

If there is proof in doing our best, all I have to do is to look for it in the eyes of my daughters; both are successful, well-rounded, accomplished and most of all, loving, sweet and kind.

Our sweet girls are our 'best' part of life.

To learn more about feeding your baby,

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