A letter to my future self…
I’d spent nine months fine tuning my blood glucose levels with the Hutt hospital diabetic team to ensure our newest family member arrived safe and healthy. My insulin requirements increased during my pregnancy and towards the end I was taking 70 units of insulin a day, almost double what I’d take before I was pregnant but as I held our little man for the first time, everything changed. As expected overnight my insulin requirements dropped drastically. We were prepared and reduced my carbohydrate ratios (how many grams of carbohydrate one unit of fast-acting insulin will cover), basal rates (the rate of continuous insulin needed to keep blood glucose level) and insulin sensitivity factor (the number of points one unit of fast-acting insulin lowers your blood glucose). I thought I was one step ahead. Take that diabetes!
Carrying a hungry baby while testing my blood sugars, preparing food and counting the carb content was an uphill battle. So when our little man slept (which didn’t happen all that often in the early months) or in the evening when my husband was home I’d prepare and carb count a variety of snacks to get me through each feed, especially the night feeds. (I wanted to make sure my head hit the pillow as soon as our little man gave into sleep.)
With the swipe of my sensor I knew my blood sugar levels and with a little trial and error (like so many things diabetes related) I knew what kind of snack I needed to combat the expected drop in sugars. Sometimes I got this wrong and would either reach for more food or correct with extra insulin. During these first few months I was mentally prepared to run my blood sugars a little higher than normal to avoid going low.
My go-to snacks were:
- 150g fresh cut strawberries = 6g carbs
- 1 x pot of Fresh and Fruity light yoghurt = 7-8 g carbs, depending on flavour
- 4 x crackers with cheese = 15g carbs
- Juice box:
- Small = 18g carbs
- Large = 26g carbs
Before I knew it our little man was three months old and we had found our rhythm. I could predict when he would sleep and feed (as much as that’s possible with a baby). Breast feeding no longer knocked me around and the hypos settled down. My premade, carb counted snacks are still within arm’s length, because baby or not, people living with diabetes know that managing it can be as unpredictable as New Zealand’s weather. Summer can’t be too far away?!