I’m perpetually exhausted. Yes, I have a toddler who’s not the best sleeper, but on the weeks he does sleep, I have T1 Diabetes. T1 Diabetes is like having a newborn. You just don’t matter anymore, staying alive does. KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE.
I function a little more on autopilot these days and feel comfortable running my sugars a bit higher than before (because who has time to deal with a severe low with a toddler running around) but then THAT exhausts me too. My dexcom alarms wake me every 30 minutes at night, until I can get a handle on that and get back into range. Right about the time I can get back to sleep the cutest child wakes to eat… STILL.
As a mother, I knew exhaustion came with the territory. But I WANTED to be a mom. Diabetes found me. Life, work, bosses, kids, society doesn’t stop or make many time outs for an invisible disease.
Candy On The Treadmill 