I haven’t been diabetic for very long. It’s only been a year and a few months. As stressful and frustrating and annoying it has been, it is most definitely a God send. I truly believe that if I was never diagnosed, I would not have my daughter. In a weird way, I’m forever grateful for my diagnoses.
I really started focusing on fitness at the beginning of 2017 and was so proud of what I had achieved up to the point of DKA (I’ll explain later). I was working out at least an hour a day and started a new job that allowed me to work out even more. In the military, you have to complete Physical Fitness Tests at certain intervals annually. I was lucky enough to be chosen to help run the tests and demonstrate push-ups and sit-ups 3 times a day. It was the best job I could have ever gotten.
While I was working there, I was trying out the Nutrisystem Diet. I am not saying it caused my issues, but it was the only thing I had been doing differently at the time. I was following the diet strictly and working out and drinking 60+ oz of water a day. My weight was dropping at a safe pace and I was so excited to reach my goal of 120.
Once I reached my goal, I stopped doing the diet and slowly started eating healthy normal meals. I noticed that I was going to the restroom A TON and was constantly feeling thirsty without satisfaction. I checked the scales and I was still losing weight, so I thought everything was fine and I was just doing the right things for my metabolism. On one day, I weighed 120. Within a week and a half, I was 116. I wasn’t trying to lose weight I was just trying to maintain.
On the following saturday, I was 116 and decided to eat alot of food that should cause me to gain weight or at least stay the same. I also had about 4 glasses of soda. The next morning I stepped on the scale and my heart sank.
I was 114…
There was no way possible that the meal I had the day before caused me to lose weight. I was so scared and worried that I started looking up my symptoms on Google. I am apprehensive of trusted some of the answers I get, but the main one that never changed was Type 1 Diabetes. I tried to stay calm and went to the emergency room the next morning. I had some Orange Juice while I was waiting. Once I was called in, I told them all of the things that were worrying me, but left out that I thought it was Diabetes. I don’t have a family history of Type 1, so it never came up before. They left me alone for an hour before asking if I have a family history of it. I told them no and they left me again for an hour or so. When they came back, they checked my blood sugar…it was 666. That is about 4-5 times more than what normal blood sugar would be for someone having juice in the morning. This is what is considered DKA, which is Diabetic KetoAcidosis.
Because of this, I was admitted to the hospital for 2 days. My husband James and I were so scared about what to do about money, work, health, food, having a family (because I wasn’t pregnant yet), it was not a good time. We both cried for a few hours when I was told I would have to leave the military. It was a whirlwind of emotions and phone calls to parents and praying they wouldn’t cry or be ashamed of me for what happened. There is still no way of knowing for sure exactly what caused my Pancreas to stop working, but it’s in the past now.
The day I was released from the hospital, James was so supportive of helping me get low carb foods as well as keeping me in line for wanting sodas and candy. I can’t thank him enough or express my gratitude for him being so amazing. I never thought he would leave me, but I thought our relationship would changed and become tense. It became so much stronger that you would never know I was just diagnosed unless you know me personally. He always gets the lowest carb options when he goes grocery shopping and is willing to try all kinds of crazy recipes to help me keep my sugars down.
I have a food journal that I wrote down all of my foods, the carb amount, the sugars before and after, how much water I drank that day, and amount of bathroom breaks. It was so easy when I first started. Once I got pregnant it became harder for me to focus and write things down. I even forgot things at work. I was not the best pregnant diabetic because I was eating just about anything I wanted, low or high carb. I didn’t care about how much insulin I needed to use, I wanted all the food I could get. I craved fries, burgers, tacos and chocolate the whole time!
All in all, I am hopeful for the future, growing as a mother and as a healthy person with diabetes. No matter what happens, I know my daughter loves me, and I know my husband is behind me 100%.
Thanks for reading!!