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My name is Jaime and I have Type 1 diabetes; I was diagnosed in 1995 at the age of 9.
I had struggled with my weight since I was about 7 yrs old. My pediatrician told my mother I needed to be on a diet. She always fed me well, never had sweets. I’d go back to the doctor and nothing was coming off. Then all of a sudden I lost 5 pounds (we were so excited), drinking constantly and peeing like crazy. My mom thought that I had a virus and a bladder infection. But then the day came when we knew it had to be something else. I was in fourth grade and had one of the toughest teachers around. We had a states and capitals test, and it was an absolute no no to ask to use the restroom unless it was an emergency. But I was a good girl and tough, so I could hold it. It was getting harder and harder; I flew out of my seat in tears and asked to be excused. I had already gone a bit in my pants and it was mortifying.
My mother worked in my school and my teacher called her to my class immediately. That day my life changed completely. We went to the pediatrician and told them what was going on with me. They tested my sugar and sent me out to the waiting room. I sat there and could see my mom through a window, she was hysterically crying. I sat there awkwardly wondering what was going on that is making my mom so sad? They called me back to the room and told me that I had diabetes. In my little 9 year old brain I hear DIE-A-BETES. I remember asking my mom if I was going to die. I don’t remember too much of any conversation that was going on. My mom and I left and headed home to wait for my dad and pack for the hospital.
We got to the hospital and it was really overwhelming. I guess they first thought I had type 2 diabetes because even though I lost some weight, I still was too big for my age. So the tests started and they found that I had hypothyroidism. The doctor said with my results, they guessed I was undiagnosed for about 2 years. This was why I was swollen and over weigh; the only reason I had lost any weight is because my diabetes was taking over. I stayed in the hospital for a week and it was a pleasant experience for me. I didn’t pay much attention to what I had to do to take care of myself. My mama was there and she’d do everything for me. But I was wrong, I had a lot I needed to learn.
I started off with multiple daily injections (MDI’s) and we just couldn’t get control, even though my mom took such good care of me. She would test my sugar in the middle of the night, I usually slept right through it. The nights she had to get me out of bed to eat something were the worst. A few years later my endocrinologist suggested I start insulin pump therapy. That was a lot of fun for me, being in 7th grade and kids asking me why I had a pager. I would tell them that it wasn’t and try explaining what it was to the best of my ability. I never really mastered being on a pump in my teens, it wasn’t until adulthood that I could really grasp how to use it to my advantage. And still, it took me a long time to really take care of myself. I liked to pretend I was just like everyone else, so I wouldn’t test as often as I should or carb count, which is essential for optimal pump usage.
It wasn’t until I was about 27 years old that I started to get more serious about my health. I wanted a family, and was determined to get healthy to become a mama; my lifelong dream.
Stay tuned for my journey of becoming a mom!