Our long story shortened...

20 years of being in love

14 years of marital bliss

5 years of infertility

9 months of a high risk pregnancy

2 perfect boys (at the same time)

1 heart failure

1 type 1 diabetes diagnosis

1 happy life

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I am a stay at home mom who is raising twins. One of my guys has type 1 diabetes and one does not. I am writing this blog to unite type 1 parents or twin parents. Comment on my posts or in the "what's your high?" and "what's your low?" to join the community of parents just trying to do the best we can!

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Zeke saves the day!

It only takes one time.


So tonight the boys, the dog and I went for a walk around the block. Like we always do.


Halfway around, Rocco says “I feel low. I turned to look at him and he looked low - pale and tired.  Oh, my God! I didn’t have his blood sugar monitor or his glucose tablets. How could I forget?


I guess I always figured I could run home. But this seemed problematical as I took in the scene -  my exhausted and hypoglycemic son, my full-of-energy other son doing scooter tricks, my 15 year old dog limping behind and Rocco's f#%*^, bulky, remote control car!


I told him to climb on my back and I would carry him piggy back. I cursed myself. We got 3/4 the way around and Rocco said he couldn't go any further and just wanted to sit down. I could see my house and I told him I would run and get the tablets.


When your blood sugar is low, you can be stubborn and irrational. He grabbed my leg and begged me not to leave. We only had one choice. We both looked over at the hero on the scooter! I looked at Zeke and said "You're strong. Please go get Rocco some tablets. They are in the cupboard."


In true Zeke fashion, he simply said "OK" and "I know". And away he zipped!

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 Scooting down the path. Five minutes later he returned with a roll of glucose tablets in his hand!!!! 

He said "here you go Rocco", as he passed him the roll. 


My/our hero!


Each boy ate three tablets (a special sweet treat for non-diabetic Zeke) and we all hobbled home. Rocco on my back with his car in his hand banging me in the chest, Zeke with his scooter and the old limping dog.

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Note to stupid self: Bring monitor and tablets EVERYWHERE you go and don't be so cavalier and think it will never happen to you...

To tell the truth, when I got the boys in bed, I kind of had a pity party. I texted my friend explaining my terrible error. Her son is diabetic and I knew she would understand. Then, I cried. Stupid Damn diabetes!! It can infect even an innocent walk around the block! I hate this damn disease sometimes. 

After the pity party, I got on Facebook hoping to get lost in my friends' lives since at that moment I felt like mine sucked so bad. 

At least I felt that way until I saw this picture that someone shared. 

So, after I stopped sobbing at this picture, I can for sure say that my life does not actually suck...

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