The things that I love today.

1~ Diet Mtn Dew (My first love is Dr. Pepper, but why does Diet Dr. Pepper have to taste so nasty?)

2~ Pandora.com I can't get enough of it!

3~ My mom's Cricut. Oh boy, I think I will need one someday.

4~ Good ideas for my Young Women's lesson tomorrow.

5~ My hubby coming home from school super early today.

6~ Wet Ones individualy wrapped hand wipes.

7~ This super cute song that I just stole from Rhoda's blog. SUPER CUTE!

and
8~ RedBox, Netflix, and Hulu Plus...enough said.

Hope everyone is having as fabulous day as I am.

Gonna need a nap by 3:00 for sure.

It's Endo appointment day.

I almost dread this day in a way. First, it's a really big pain in the butt to take both the kids at the same time. I have tried separate appointments, but that is almost as big of a pain. So taking them together is how we are going to do it...for now.

Second, getting the info, and the blood sugar logs together are a huge chore sometimes. I am not the best at writing things down unless I feel that a trend needs some extra attention. Every month I have been downloading the number from the meter, but for some reason it isn't working. I have talked with Animas and there is a problem with the Princess' meter, there is also a problem with the Little Man's pump. So in the next few days we will be getting one of each as a replacement. In the mean time I get to manually enter in all the blood sugar numbers. I just entered two and a half weeks and it took me an hour. Not fun! Oh well.

Also since the kids have been having awful numbers I have been telling myself all week that I am awesome! Ha ha, this is so my self esteem won't be ruined when their A1C's go up.

So I am going to make sure I have books, paper and crayons for the kids to keep them entertained, and a huge Diet Mt. Dew (trying to be good, and diet Dr. Pepper sucks!) for me and the massive headache I am sure I will have by the end of the appointment. Wish me luck!

Rocky, Steph and baby Max... TRUE LOVE FOREVER

I haven't posted much about this on my blog. There really isn't any reason why, I just hadn't really had the right words to express my feelings. It has been on my mind a lot lately, so I thought today I would give it a chance.

Almost one year ago (Feb. 26 2010) my sweet sister in law (seen above) married the sweetest and most wonderful man, Rocky. They had met at school at a time when they needed each other so badly. They were perfect for each other. They made some amazing goals together and set out on a path that was leading them both to eternal happiness. They really were so in love.

Just as they were getting their lives started together his tragically ended. On July 17, 2010 Stephanie woke up when Rocky never did. He was 27 years young. It was the most horrible day anyone could have ever imagined. It was gut wrenching to see Steph heart broken that her true love was no longer going to be with her. It was so hard to know that we didn't get much time to know him. We loved Rocky so much, he was apart of the family instantly, and the thought of never seeing him again was so sad. Seeing his mother and sisters mourn for him is still so hard. He was an amazing man, and still to this day I miss him dearly.

The day after she buried her husband, Steph found out she was going to have their first baby. Such a bitter sweet moment. He would have made and amazing dad. Steph feeling so alone, yet still able to keep a part of him to hold forever. Everyone's emotions were all over the place.

Baby Rocky Maxwell (Max) will be here before we know it. I can't wait to meet him, and snuggle with him, and kiss on him, and babysit him. As wonderful as his arrival will be, I don't know how to prepare myself for the feelings that I might have. Joy or sorrow? Both I am assuming. Either way, he is a little miracle baby.

Steph is such an amazing woman. She still builds people up even while she is grieving. Her example of faith, and love is empowering. She was able to go through the temple in October. What an experience that was. Even though some days are a struggle to get through, I still couldn't be more proud of her. I will never be able to imagine what she has gone through and how she feels, but I can be grateful for all that she has done for me. Just thinking of her love and friendship for me brings tears to my eyes. Boy do I love that girl. She is going to be an wonderful mother.

I miss Rocky so much. I wish he was here. I keep his picture on my dresser and can still feel him guiding me somedays, especially when it comes to my worry and concern for Stephanie. The next few months we will celebrate Steph and Rocky's one year wedding anniversary without him. His baby will be born without him. Steph will be a single mother. But there is a little more to look forward too. As we near the year anniversary of his death, Steph will take little Max to the temple so they will be sealed as a family for eternity.

My testimony of the temple is very strong, and in times like this it is proof as to why. This little family will have a change to be...well a whole family.

Irritated...when am I not?

~Wish my kids could come home from school with happier attitudes. Every day it's the same story. They don't want to do homework, or clean, or be nice, or not run, or listen, or not hit. The list could go on and on.

In a way I can see why this is, they have been trying to sit still for hours. They feel a little freedom when they get home. But we have rules. The very best time to do homework is when they get home from school. Any other time does not work. Trust me this is a proven theory. No playing until homework is done. Every day though they complain about doing homework then it takes them an hour which leads to no time to play. Ugh! Wish they could see what I see sometimes.

~I got a phone call today from the doctor's office. My insurance isn't going to pay for anything that I need to have done. And to top it off I have to pay it all in full the day of the procedure. Craptastic is the only thing I have to say about that. Hoping I don't have to have a hysterectomy, they won't pay for any of that either.

~The kids have their endo appointments on Thursday. The Princess' info isn't downloading from her tester. This is beyond annoying. I really don't want to write down all her numbers for the last few months. (I need 3 months for the CGM approval) Not only that, the Little Man's numbers have been awful. Trying to prepare my self esteem for crappy A1C's.

~The Princess has gotten in trouble two days in a row for talking out of place at school. Each time she claims that her blood sugar has been high, which it probably was, but how often can she use that as an excuse? Can I tell her to learn to control it? Is that too much to ask? Stupid diabetes.

~Something is going on with Little Dude. He has been insanely CRAZY. Not sure how to help him.

On a lighter note. I have the best hubby, family and friends in the entire world. :)

Lost? What?

WARNING: This post might have a little TMI.

If at the end of this post you feel like you know a little too much about me/are grossed out/or annoyed then all I have to say is that I WARNED YOU!

So on with my story.

Ever lost anything?

Like REALLY lost?

I loose things all the time, that's nothing new. But honestly today when I woke up I wasn't aware that I was even missing something, but as the day went on what I had lost had taken over my entire day.

Let me explain.

I hadn't been to see the "lady doctor" in a really long time. I haven't had insurance for a few years, remember. Well today was the day. I needed to go in. I have an IUD that I wanted replaced (hate the side effects) and well you know, I needed a check up. So we talked for a bit about other options for the IUD. I was going to have it out in a week and a new one (that doesn't suck) put in, but he still needed to do a check up.

With out too much info let me just say that the words "we have a problem" is not something you want to hear while laying with your knees open and the bright light shinning up... your nose. Our little problem was, well, the doctor couldn't find my IUD...anywhere.

My first thought was "does this even happen to people? Or just people with my kind of luck?"

He wanted me to have an ultra sound done right away. I picked up the little man from school and frantically tried to find a sitter for him (thanks Amy, Mallory, and Tyler!). I refused to take him. I drank as much water as I could and an hour later I was laying on a table, with my knees open again, getting the "fun kind" of ultra sound.

To make a long story short they found it. Sorta. They actually couldn't see all of it. It had traveled a little farther North than it should be. I have to have it removed, but they don't know if it has tried to attach itself or not, that was the one thing they couldn't tell. So I have to have a "procedure" done next week to see if they can just take it out. If it has attached, then I get to have a hysterectomy. Sounds exciting huh?

Again I sit here wondering, how do the strange things always happen to me? CRAZY!

Back to School

Not a lot has happened in the last couple of days. Nothing blog worthy anyway. My kids are back in school after the holiday break. Little Man is loving it. He really missed it. The other two are having a hard time getting back into it. The crying when it's time to do homework has started all over again.

My hubby started back into school too. His schedule is going to be crazy this semester. School every single night and all day Saturday. I keep telling myself that I can do anything for a few months, and in April he will graduate the police academy. He has an interview with another police department next week. I am not holding my breath, but every time he interviews it helps him know what to look for. It would great if it works out, but if it is anything like the last department he interviewed and tested for then they will only take people that are out of the academy already. We will see though. He is still loving it. I can tell this is going to make him very happy.

As for me I am still just trying to keep going. Wendy and I met for lunch yesterday. I sure do love her. It is so great to be able to spend time with someone that totally understands. And let me tell you, her and I are very similar in eerie ways. We were meant to be friends her and I. I also went to the temple last night with my sister in laws Stephanie and Robin. It was great! And very needed.

That really is about it. Nothing too great to report, but sometimes that isn't always a bad thing.

New Years Day = Success

It was a beautiful day. The snow looked clean, the sun was bright, the family was happy, and honestly all seemed well.

I woke up a little later than normal, made yummy banana waffles with the family, went to a movie with my sister in law (got to touch her tummy lots, the baby is growing big) came home to a house full of food and family, then wound down the day with another movie at home. I don't know what that is going to symbolize for the new year other than I just wanted to take it easy. Not stress.

Diabetes played fairly nice. Not perfect, but nothing out of control. As far as I can hope the symbolism for that is we won't have another diagnosis in the family this year (hopefully not ever) and that we won't have anything too traumatic happen.

I feel good. Ready to take on the new year. Now I just need to get my resolutions down on paper. I always have been a "list" kind of gal.

2010 Can Suck it.

No really it can.

It wasn't what I would call one of my better years.

My sister in law Jennifer has a funny little way of looking at the new year. Her theory is this "Whatever you do on the first day of the year represents how the rest of the year will be like." She spends all December long cleaning and organizing her house to make sure it is free from clutter on Jan. 1st. She is hoping that this will bring a clutter free home all year long. Her mother in law cooks and bakes yummy things for her family all day. Her hope is to have plenty for her family all year long. I thought this was an interesting way to look at things, but she swears by it, and says that it actually works.

Well, last year I thought I would give it a chance. I tried to clean my house, and I planned to do the things that I love the most on the 1st. The truth is though, as the hour approached to ring in the new year I was feeling so much anxiety. We had had a rough couple of years and I wanted so badly to be able to put it all behind us and move on. Problem was, I just didn't feel like it was over. I could tell that the worst was yet to come. I cried as the clock struck midnight.

I have spent the last 365 days on an emotional roller coaster.

2010 brought more stress than I thought I could handle. With still not making ends meet financially, battling insurance issues, quitting my job, 2 kids living with diabetes, selling/almost loosing our house, moving in with my parents, loosing my brother in law, finding out my sister in law will be raising her baby without his daddy, the kids rebelling/adjusting to our new living arrangements, giving our car back to the bank, the hubby back in school full time, and also trying to keep my emotional, unstable little self sane and out of the loony bin. Whew, just typing all that out made my blood pressure rise a bit. See why I can say 2010 can suck it?

So here I sit with 45 minutes to go until midnight. Ringing in 2011 isn't as ideal as I would like. My little portion of the basement is cluttered, I don't have any grand plans for tomorrow, my hubby is a little stressed out (the kids have been extra hyper tonight), and I haven't written a single resolution yet. Surprisingly I am feeling great. I do feel like the worst is behind us now. 2011 is the year of renewal. The year to break bad habits. The year to move on more improved than any other time in my life. The only way I want to spend January 1, 2011 is to be relaxed, loving, and happy. I don't think that's too much to ask for 2011 do you?

It might seem a little crazy that I wanted to switch back to this blog for all my postings. The fact is this, this blog is my home. This is where I started almost 6 years ago. I was MommyGoingCrazy long before I was a parent of two diabetics. Long before everything in life changed.

Over the past two years I felt like I had lost my purpose to blogging. Every post was more of a rant than anything else. Granted life was pretty difficult. I always go back and reread posts before life seemed to get intensely hard. I miss those times. In the past few year I haven't been able to open myself up completely. Posting every thing was hard, even though this blog is meant to journal our lives. My audience was listening, but I didn't feel I could get that personal. I eventually just stopped all together.

Even though life isn't the same as it used to be I still have a story to tell. I still want to journal our lives. The good and the bad. It is who we are, and what we are learning. There isn't anything wrong with that. People will always have their opinions, but I know more now who I am and why everything has happened the way it has.

Awhile ago someone thought they could get to me. They thought they could post a comment on my blog and destroy what I feeling. I let them get to me. It didn't change and facts about what I knew, but I took it personal. I suddenly realized that there were people out there that are bitter. It got under my skin and I fled. To a different blog where I thought it would be easier. It wasn't.

I am stronger now. I feel I can handle it. I missed what blogging was all about back then, so I decided to come back to my roots. To post like I used to. To open up more, and to share everything. So welcome back friends. I think I am here to stay.

Life isn't easy. Life isn't awful either.

Actually life seems to be looking up. Finally right? Well we have had to endure some pretty difficult things to get to this point. Each day we take one step closer down the path to better things. I need this little reminder. (like really really bad....cuz I TOTALLY LOVE IT) Oh and it really is a good reminder that I can do hard things. (btw it is my cute friend Kim that makes these beauties)

I have done hard things and have lived through it.

I have done hard things and have become stronger because of it.

I will always have to do hard things.

Because I have faith that everything is for a reason...I am ok with doing hard things.

It's all going to be worth it someday. This I know for sure!

It takes 5 seconds to think of every possibility.

Poke finger.

Insert blood into test strip.

I've done this a million times. Normally it isn't a big deal. Well, I hope it isn't a big deal anyway. The glucose meter starts to count down.

5

My stomach starts to hurt in worry. My mind races through a million possibilities.

What was the last time we tested? Have I waited too long? Anything could happen to my darling diabetics in even a few minutes.

4

My palms start to sweat. I knees get a little wobbly.

Things haven't been looking so good lately. The numbers keep getting lower and lower. What will it be this time? Should I have juice and glucagon handy just in case it's really bad again?

3

I need to sit down, I just might be the one to pass out from stress through these 5 seconds, the longest 5 seconds in history.

Last time she was low, the juice, soda, chocolate milk and crackers haven't brought her up very much. That's not a good sign.

2

I hug her tight. Who knows maybe this will be the last time I get to hug her before she starts to have a seizure. I pray "Please God, bless my child that nothing horrible will happen to her."

What else can I do? I have tried everything. I have been trained to take care of her. I don't have time for the why me's yet. There is only one more second until I have to react.

1

Another low. No surprise. 9 lows in one day, and this being the regular for her is not a good sign. I can't help but wonder "What about next time?" Will she be ok next time?

The count down continues. When will this scary cycle end?

The Bad "D" Day.

Since I can't seem to escape the fact that diabetes stinks, I think I better post it so everyone knows what I have it today more than normal.

Today is the Princess' 2nd day of first grade. I don't want to be THAT kind of mom that is constantly hovering over her child, and I thought we went over everything enough last week with the teacher and the school that I thought I didn't have to go to school today except for lunch.

My stomach got all in knots around 9:15 when I thought she would be getting tested. They were told to call me if her #'s were out of range, but if there were ok, then there was no need to call. By 9:30 I didn't get a call so I thought everything was ok. Well about 10:30ish I got a call that she was 40!!! I know!! I asked what she had to bring her back up. A few teddy grahams. I told her she needed a juice too and to call me again in 15 min after they tested.

I was headed to the school at about 11 so I could get her all set for lunch. I hadn't received a call yet by the time I got there and was panicking a little. I walked into the school and she was still in the office. This was more than 30 min since she had been first tested by the way. She had been down there for so long. They had just tested her again and she was at 118.

One of the ladies at the office told me that the Princess had refused to test at 9:15, then again at 9:30. Finally by 10 she agreed to test herself. What the heck? I am irritated that she would refuse to test. If she would have tested earlier maybe she wouldn't have dropped so low and wouldn't have missed so much school. I have no idea why she would do this, but the teacher thinks that maybe she was embarrassed in front of the other kids. (I am going in tomorrow to teach the class alittle about diabetes.) We decided that she is going to do all her testing at the office, and I will talk with her when she gets home to see what happened.

So back to giving her insulin for lunch. We decided we would let her try school lunch. Last night I printed up the menu and all the carb counts and let her decide what she was going to have. She decided that she wanted a chef's salad, applesauce, a roll and chocolate milk. Not too bad. When I got to the school today the nurse and I gave her the insulin and the nurse left. I hung around to see how this was going to go. When she got in there the school didn't have the same side dishes that they had on the menu. There wasn't applesauce at all. (remember I had already given the insulin, and THE only reason why I was still there is because this is her first week of school. There is no one there to watch her while she eats, I wanted to make sure she can do this on her own.) Since there wasn't applesauce she had to choose something else. They had strawberries, bananas and "trail mix". Let me interrupt to let you know that this "trail mix" was a a mixture of fruit loops, rice crispies and chocolate chips! What kid would choose strawberries or bananas over this? Either way let me do this. The applesauce was 20 carbs. The strawberries were 16. The bananas were 10 and the trail mix was 45!!!! Whatever she was going to choose since there wasn't applesauce, there was going to be a difference in carbs no matter what.

She choose the trail mix.

Do you know what hell we go through to get her blood sugar down after she eats cereal? It's awful.

Anyway, I was not trying to "hover" too much. I want so badly for her to not feel left out that I let her get what she wanted. However, I went home thinking there is no one there to watch these kinds of things happen. Watch her make choices like this because what the school said they were going to have as side dish choice they actually didn't have. Watch her eat her food to see what she actually eats. Watches to make sure she gets more insulin because what was available to her has a much higher carb count than what she got insulin for. Who is supposed to be the watcher? I think for now it is me.

I get to go to school every day for lunch with my 3 year old in tow.

Atleast until I figure this out.

But honestly, why do they think that a handfull of cereal is a side dish?

I am irritated on so many levels.

If my daughter wasn't diabetic I would be able to send her on the bus to 1st grade like every other parent. Let her have her space at school. Let her have whatever side dish she wants. Let her eat the snack before recess. She wouldn't get in trouble on the 2nd day of school because she is refusing to test her blood. I could let her get back on the bus and come home to a mommy that wasn't so tired and stressed.

Stupid diabetes.

Just some random pictures for fun.

Since I have been a bad blogger for many months now, why don't I post some pictures of things that I was going to blog about?

Little Man got a pump. We love it by the way!

Princess, Daddy and I got to go to a fancy dinner at La Caille for the JDRF.

Princess testing herself.

We got to meet Megann forever ago. I love her and her cute girls!

Typical scene that I find often with the Little Man. Always into something. This is chocolate syrup and powdered sugar.

The kids were being helpful while we were getting our house ready to sell.

Grandma and Grandpa came from Idaho for our walk. They had a BBQ and a swimming party the next day. We all had a blast!

Rock the Walk

I wanted to document the JDRF walk this year. I didn't get a ton a pictures because I just handed my hubby the camera and told him to take what he could. Since I was running all over the place he kinda had his hands full with the kids. I am grateful that he was such a good sport with everything and he did a great job making the day fun for the kids.

The theme was Rock the Walk. It was at Wheeler Farm on Aug. 21st. I was on the Entertainment Committee with Wendy Cooper and LOVE LOVE LOVE it! We had been going to meetings since around May to plan it. We were in charge of getting the bands, the sound equipment, the bounce houses, the slides, the velcro wall, the bungee run, the super soaker course, the rock wall, and other little stuff. It was a big job, but honestly I would do it again in a heart beat!

The kids and I were able to go around to different businesses and talk about our lives with diabetes. This was to help get them excited about the walk and helping with fundraising as well. We started by going to Merit Medical way back in the Spring. They were one of the biggest sponsors of the walk. Because of this the kids were going to help with the ribbon cutting ceremony. We all got to be up there, but the kids were afraid of cutting their fingers on the HUGE scissors.

(Just to add so I can document this we went to Merit Medical, Taco Bell, Discover Card and American Express and talked to all of them about life with diabetes. I also got to be on a 30 min spot on the radio station X96. We feel lucky to have such great opportunities.)

There were over 6000 people at the walk. I feel it was a huge success. (Other than the grass being swamped the night before) Our team raised just over $1000!! I am so happy that we have such great support from family and friends that donated and came to the walk! It was a big deal for us even if it was our 2nd walk.

I can't wait for next year!

Preschool

The little man started preschool!! I know, I can't believe it either. Those that have been following my blog for awhile (there are a few of you I think) might remember when he was born! Crazy, I KNOW! Time flys way too fast!

He was so excited to go to Amy's...err Mrs. Mitchell's class. He just LOVES her and her family! He started a few weeks ago before the other schools had started, so he even got to see Jessie (his 14 year old girlfriend)! I guess the first few days he would only let Jessie test him, not Amy. Silly kid would hide under the table if she would try. I always said he was a stinker.

He loves preschool and has already learned so much. Our favorite is his good manners and bad manners. We use that for everything. He thinks it is great to hold up his thumbs and tell us what he thinks about it.

He is a crazy kid, but I am so proud of him. He really can be sweet too, and I think that preschool will help balance this out. Amy has a big job, but I am sure he is better for her than for me. :)

Little Man, I love you. I love that you still fit in my arms just enough for me to snuggle at any point during the day. You have a very big mind full of lots of things, I hope that you will see how much fun learning is. You keep my life interesting and make me laugh every day. I love you lots kid! Be strong. Be good and be kind!

1st Grade

The Princess started the 1st grade on Aug. 27. Why start on a Friday, and a short day at that, I will never know. She was so excited though! I was scared to death. Diabetes played nice, but I was there every few hours testing her and making sure everyone knew what was going on.

Her teacher seems really nice. Her name is Mrs. Tapia. She has never had a diabetic in her class, but she seems so willing to learn and to help out. I really like her, so does the Princess. There are also 5 other kids from our neighborhood in that class to so she already feels like she has friends.

Dude started school the day before her so he was excited to show her around a bit. He was really excited to see us at lunch. He came over and gave us a big hug.

I only got one phone call from her asking if she could have the snack that the class was having. She hadn't tested or anything and the school didn't really know what to do. We got it worked out, but I am praying that if parents are going to bring snacks it is something healthy. I really hate it when she feels left out!

Over all the first day went great! She was excited to go back. Hopefully today goes ok. I want to try to give the school a little space in figuring everything out. I will be there at lunch though! I still can't let that one go. Maybe after a few days of seeing how things go I can step back a little.

Princess you are a bright little girl. You have a smile that shines. I have no doubt that this year will be great, but please don't forget that when you start to feel alone in this big world, that your mom and dad are always right by your side. I love you little lady! Good luck this year!

Nothing means more to me than this....each and every one of them.

2nd Grade

My handsome Dude started 2nd grade on Aug. 26th. Man this summer went by fast! He was a little nervous to start school. He had so many friends in our old neighborhood and loved his old school he wasn't too happy about switching. It is so hard to see your kids go through feelings like that, but he is a good kid and a fun person to be around so I am sure he will make more friends in no time.

He lost his two from teeth in the last few weeks. He looks like I did when I was his age, but I was missing my 4 front teeth for several years. I just loved this picture of him.

He gets to ride the school bus every day, which is new to him. I actually think that this was the highlight of his day.

He is now going to the same school that I went to elementary school at. He teacher is Mrs. Diamond. Now she is an older teacher, but I don't think that she was there when I was. It is crazy taking my kids there now and remembering all the things I do from school. It actually makes me feel really old.

I really hope this year turns out good for him. With all the changes that have been happening lately he has been the one that has struggled the most. All I want is for him to be happy, healthy, and to be smart. He has the potential for all those things, I just get to teach him to take it one step at a time, and to find happiness in everything.

Good Luck Little Dude. You are growing up way too fast. Just remember as you walk out the door each day that no matter what your mommy loves you!

Mom always says not to run in the house!

Last Sunday the kids were a little wound up from a fun day swimming and hanging out with Grandma, Grandpa and some of their aunts and cousins. I told them to settle down many times, but as usual they didn't listen. Dude was chasing Princess down the hall then she tripped and fell right into the corner of the wall. I heard it all the way from upstairs, but had to wait a minute to calm down before I went to check out the damage. When I got there Princess was holding her forehead and screaming. Once she took her hand off I could tell she was going to need stitches. Luckily the Instacare was open for another hour, so Grandma and I headed over there to have it taken care of. 3 stitches and a free ice cream cone later she was all better.

(She was super scared to get the stitches. We had to call daddy to help her calm down. She needed Dot, her bear, to hold too.)

(The Doctor didn't think it was too bad, but was happy we brought her in.)

(After it was numb, but before it was stitched. Poor girl wouldn't stop crying. The red punch mustache was from when we visited Aunt Steph's house. Steph always gives them a huge glass of Crystal Light when we visit, we just hadn't cleaned her up yet.)

(All better! She had to have them in for a week. I took her after church today to get them out. They put the stitches in a blue cup for her to take home. This was the highlight of her day.)

D Mom's to the rescue!

Alright so tomorrow I have to send diabetes to school for the entire day. Who knew first grade could be so stressful?

We have an understanding of how the school likes to have things done, and what we want done too. But I have one major problem I just can't seem to figure out. I need advice from my trusty D mom's to help me get through it.

Here's my problem...

Lunch time.

I know, I know there are lots of ways that everyone does this. But hear me out first before I get swamped with emails.

First she is only 6. She has the basic understanding of how to count carbs, and for the most part she is pretty good at eating everything on her plate. Should I teach her how to handle this herself? Is she old enough to fully understand AND do it on her own? Or does she need to be supervised still? (I am thinking the later)

Second, we have the school nurse coming BEFORE lunch to give her insulin, BUT she can't stay to watch her get her food, or watch her eat it for that matter. WHO is responsible for making sure she eats what she was given insulin for and if not make any adjustments? Is this me? Do I need to go to school every day? Do I trust that it will be ok?

Third, Is it better for me to just send lunch every day? I found all the carb counts for school lunch. They have a pretty good selection, and Dude LOVES school lunch, but would it be easier to just send it every day?

HELP! I am meeting with the teacher and school nurse in a few hours and I am not sure how to handle it yet. SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW!

Did I mention diabetes is going to give me grey hair?