When Doug and I first met and I dropped the bomb that I had three children with Type 1 Diabetes, he was unfazed. He had a brother in law with T1 and a close co-worker/friend that was diagnosed not too long before. He knew that Type 1 was autoimmune, and he even knew what insulin pumps were. What he didn’t know was what it was like to live with three teenagers who liked to pretend that their Diabetes was no biggie. When random 400’s popped up on the boys' blood sugar monitors last year, Doug was immediately concerned. My nonchalance about those numbers threw him off.
Him, looking at me wondering why I’m not freaking out: “Ummm, that ‘s a terrible number.”
Me, shrugging my shoulders: “Most of them are. But it’s a number, and I’m thankful for it.”
It’s hard to explain to a muggle that after so many years and so many numbers, we have to distance ourselves from them emotionally. Sure, there are times when we need to get frustrated and course correct, but for the most part, random highs and random lows are par for the course in growing children, and most especially in pubescent teenagers.
I’ve written dozens of posts about the numbers, but below you will find my very first one. It includes the best explanation on why I had to take a step back from taking numbers personally.