Diabetes management and potty training have a lot in common.
As you can guess, I'm in the thick of both.
We tried potty training at Christmas a couple of months before she turned three. Sweetie wasn't ready. It was accident after accident. This week, however, four months later, she randomly decided she wanted to wear big girl undies.
While I know she is doing great so far, the accidents are frustrating. What works one day doesn't work the same way the next. Some accidents make us cry. Sometimes we have to wash up and start over.
Just when I am celebrating because we had a great trip to the potty, twenty minutes later, she has an unexpected accident. Damn it, I should have been more vigilant. I wish she was picking up on the signals her body is sending.
Diabetes is exactly like that.
Yes, I didn't spike after breakfast! What?! Now my pump isn't working? Yes! I didn't go low at the supermarket! Crap! I have to guess how many carbs are in this sandwich! How did I go from 104 to 311 in a matter of minutes? Why didn't I trust the sick feeling when the meter read that all was well? Next time I'll be more vigilant...
But just like with pee puddles, you try not to get too pissy and you hit reset. You put on your big girl undies and try again.
And if you're lucky, somebody buys you a double chocolate chip frappucino to celebrate once in a while.