Soon

Soon Spring will be here....we can't wait! Maddison's Cockatiels and Parakeets will be so happy with the warmer weather.


Warmer weather brings.....

Baby Cockatiel chicks!!! Yep, thats right! Maddison is SO happy to announce her beloved pair of Cockatiels have laid their first egg for Spring! Each day the Momma should lay another egg, until 2-8 eggs are in the clutch. After 18-23 days the eggs will begin to hatch. And THEN, we will have hand raised Cockatiel babies just in time for EASTER!! Easter gifts for the whole family :) LOL (just kidding!!) Now THIS is going to be exciting!

Here's the beautiful Mommy and Daddy birds!

Triple does it, OH MY!

Last night was basal testing night. Maddison's insulin needs have spiked tremendously both in the AM and after midnight. My girl is growing, and Maddison has all the new clothes to prove it! Nothing fits. Shoes, jeans, shirts. Nothing. Triple basal rates scare the heck out of me that first new basal night. So I grab a good book and climb in bed next to Maddison.

And, I wait for the next hour to come. I like to think that Maddison will start kicking around or talking in her sleep when she's low. Its so much easier for me to stay awake on changed basal nights than to chance not waking up to an alarm. So, I wait. Maddison was low before bed (69) but that wasn't from a basal change. It was just because. 8c brought her up too high, to 243....but, there was no way I was going to correct that high on a tripled basal night! An hour later she had dropped to 142. WEIRD! That "never" happens! I didnt even change any basals until midnight! I must say, I started to think maybe I better STOP the triple basal change before they started to work at midnight. I didnt. I knew she had been going to bed around 120 then hitting 300's after midnight for a few nights now. I'm so proud of myself for not chickiening out and changing back her basals! SURPRISINGLY Maddison's numbers stayed just right! 146, 152, 141, and by morning 160. I'd say thats pretty darn flat for night time, I'll take it. Repeat tonight of course.

Ohhhh but tonight was the "Daddy Daughter" dance at school! Lots of dancing. Tons of fun. And, of course, ice cream afterwards. DANG IT. There goes checking those basals tonight! Ice cream is a tricky thing for Maddie, she is likely to go high after 4-6 hours. So, I guess tonight I won't be sleep deprived from basal testing. I'll just be sleep deprived from chasing ice cream numbers of course!

Since Josh and Maddie had a date night, that meant Hannah and I did too. :) We went to dinner and did some girly shopping. I have to say, our dinner conversation wasn't really what I wanted to hear. OH MY! The things Hannah had to say! Can I just run and hide now? Can I PLEASE take Hannah with me!!?? Hannah loves to see my reaction to her school stories. To the boy stories. To the friend stories. OH MY!

Lets just say this....I know Hannah is going to be a Freshman next year. I know what kids were doing when I was her age. I know all about it. But HEARING it now is TRAUMATIZING!!! I'm so traumatized. I really am. I'm starting to see that I should be REALLY skeptical of high school. UGH. I know Hannah is a good girl. I know her and I are very close and can talk about anything. But OMG, I'm so not ready for this! The good thing is, Hannah was talking about the OTHER girls and boys. She was very honest and truthful to even mention any of it to me. Those OTHER boys and girls are doing some very-grown-up-things, and I don't mean drugs. And, I know who each and every one of these kids are. Hannah and her little group of girls and boys aren't THERE yet. I know for a fact. But, that doesn't mean I don't want to wisk her away with me to some deserted land!

Everywhere

On Mondays and Wednesdays Hannah has Volleyball practice down near my Moms house. When the season started back in November, I made a promise to my Dad that we'd be joining him for dinner on those days each week. That only lasted a few weeks until he had his heart attack on December 13th, the day after my Moms birthday. I've been remembering those dinner dates with Dad, and I can't help but feel an overwhelming sadness when I think of how he was feeling physically those weeks in December before his surgery.

He was miserable. In fact, I felt bad being there, because I know he really wanted to just lie down. Sometimes he had to. His back pain was debilitating, and yet, he didnt take anything for the pain. There wasn't anything that helped. Dad just wasn't feeling well for so many reasons those last few weeks, but he was still always happy to see us. He'd even cook dinner for US sometimes, when I was supposed to be bringing HIM dinner! Thats just how Dad was. If I knew what was coming in the weeks ahead, I would have told my Dad a whole list of things that I wanted to say. All words of gratitude. Now, I'll never have that chance.

Mondays and Wednesdays have now changed from "dinner with Dad" to spending time with my Mom. (whenever she finally gets home from work that is) I feel alot of comfort in that house, the home where I grew up. My Dad is everywhere.

My Dad is there. All around. Everywhere. He is the landscaped yard and the freshly painted walls. The old porch swing he built when I was little. The old clock on the wall that he loved so much. The insulin in the fridge. The bedroom addition he built on his own, just so we could each have our own room. The garage....my DADS garage, full of all his fancy work. My Dad has left his mark upon every inch of that house. As much as all these things bring me comfort, I also feel so empty. So numb. And still, I don't believe he is gone.

We all used to spend endless hours sitting on the back porch. Just enjoying the fresh air. Tonight we did just that, and, I could feel him there. I felt at peace for a few moments. I looked around the yard to where his garden once grew. I could see us there, together. I remember how I used to help my Dad pick the tomatoes that profusely grew each summer. He taught me the love of gardening ever since I can remember. At that moment, I could feel him there.

My Mom was unpacking a bag from the hospital tonight. That bag has sat untouched since Dad died nearly a month ago. From the bag Mom gave me Dads meter. His test strips. His finger poker. They now belong to me. Its a weird thing looking back over Dads numbers recorded in that meter. Alot of lows. And then, the HI HI HI recorded from the day my Dad had the heart attack. His blood sugar was over 1,000. I couldnt help but cry. A reminder that this really isnt a bad dream. Those four horrible weeks in ICU really DID happen, and my Dad really IS gone. And yet, he is still everywhere.

Me, Me, Me

I just read Shamae's post, I guess I'm supposed to blog random facts about ME! Getting to know each other.....

1) I'm ashamed to say it, but I dropped out of high school my freshman year. (wonder where Maddison gets her school "hatred?") I got my GED the day I turned 16, went back to vocational school at 17 and was on my way to my current "career" (medical billing) by age 18. Too bad I HATE my job.

2) Did I mention I HATE my job? I might make decent money, but I HATE HATE HATE sitting at a desk all day. I'd rather stab myself in the foot each day than go to this b-o-r-i-n-g job. Ideally, I should be working outside. I went river rafting in Montana a few times, and realized those river tour guides have the BEST job ever...I'm SO jealous!

3) My children are the best thing EVER in my life, even though I was just 18 when Hannah was born! I don't believe being a young mother left me any less prepared than an older mom. Josh and I had totally prepared ourselves by the time Ms. Hannah came, and I can tell you that girl was cherished as much as any other child born to any other older aged parent!

4) I love fruit. I love vegtables. I'd make a great vegetarian. I love coffee.....I'm not a picky eater AT ALL, BUT, I HATE spanish rice! (bad tummy flu!)

5) I don't like the cold. I HATE snow. I'm a summer girl all the way.

6) I'd love to hike every morning, but I KNOW that mountain lion is waiting to pounce on me! Or, maybe that rattlesnake is stalking me. I just can't do it. I'm too paranoid! (Damn survival shows!)

7) If I had an extra hour every morning I would stick to my workout. Seriously. I LOVE my treadmill with some good tunes. ....too bad I also need SLEEP after chasing numbers all night!! What I wouldnt do for an extra hour each morning!!

8)I love Golden Retrievers and birds.

9) I don't believe in "worship" and I dont believe in going church. To me, Christianity is true, verifiable, and provable....but I dont need to "worship" to prove my faith and I don't need "guidance" in living my life the way common sense says everyone should.

10) I LOVED being pregnant. EXCEPT that last month with Maddison. I had gained 78 pounds on my petite frame and I SWORE my back was going to break. OUCH.

11) I'm cheap. Especially when it comes to myself. Having a teenager has taught me things cost more than I want to pay.....but for me, I wont spend more than $20 on an single item. No fancy hair cuts. No manicures or pedicures. A typical outfit would be....Flip flops from Old Navy, $2.50. Jeans on clearance $10 a shirt from Ross, $10......OH WAIT....I DO have a favorite bra I MUST have and its quite a bit over $20!! Hmmm.... I wonder why I always envy those super cute moms that are all blingy and cute!? I'm CHEAP!

12) I'm addicted to the sun in the summer. Tan helps flaws look so much nicer!

13) I have HORRIBLE PMS. I can't even stand myself for a whole week!

14) I don't have alot of friends and I'm not a social butterfly.

15) I tell it like it is. No sugar coating here.

16) I can't sit still. I'm always finding something that needs to be done. If I'm sitting around doing nothing, I'm depressed.

17) I'd love to do so much more with my life, for myself (like finishing my Masters Degree) but right now my KIDS come first and there isnt any time left in the day for ME. Or at least not any motivation left for ME.

18) If I could have a 3yr old for life, I would. I think kids are amazingly witty and say the funniest things. They are so full of wonder and excitement for the little things in life. When my kids were little, I was SO much happier than I am now. Happiness was EASY back then.....I miss my little ones!

19) Speaking of, I think I'm going through a mid-life crisis. I'd LOVE to have another baby! (and yes, I've really thought about all the pros and cons) Too bad for Vasectomies!

20) Mean people make me want to puke. I was always the kid that stood up for the kids that were picked on. Sometimes I even feel sad for the bad guy, because I know deep down he's mean because he's hurting or had crappy parents that treated him like crap!

ME, ME, ME!!!!

42

42 is exactly why I have the rule "no eating 2hrs before bedtime." When she's sleeping, 42 creeps up without warning. No signs. No symptoms, she doesnt feel low when she's sleeping, she wont wake up. Tonight is a reminder why I need to stick to that rule.

50....with .4 insulin still working from that late night "treat." 15c of juice for the low. Recheck showed a 42. 16 more carbs of chalky glucose tab goodness. My headache just got a little more intense. Now, I wait. Afraid to walk away from her. So, I just watch. I hold her hand and say a silent prayer. Hoping she is rising, not dropping fast.

You never know what you had, until its gone. SLEEP is very missed around here. We have far too many nights of chasing numbers. I miss being able to just crawl into bed at night without thinking...

Maddison- checked. In range? Correction? Juice? Recheck needed before sleep? What time am I re-checking? 1am? 3am? Can't I just sleep until 6am!!??

Me- checked. In range? Correction? Juice? What if I dont wake up if I go low this time?

Man, I miss the good old sleep days!

80, b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l- day

Maddison's sitting at 80....its 11pm and I planned to go to bed. BUMMER. She has .1 active, so it looks like I wait for that half a juice box to kick in. A great opportunity to blog of course. What else would keep me awake when I should be sleeping? :)

This week is Parent-Teacher conferences. Oh my. Our kids go to school for a whole two hours on conference days. Sorry, but I LOVE early release days at school. Not only do I get to stay home from work (because the kids need Mom of course!) but I get to spend the day with my girls! YAY! Actually, I get to spend the day with Maddison. Ms Hannah is 13 now ya know! Hannah is off running wild with her friends on early release days. So, early release days are usually Maddison and Me days. Today we had G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S weather...yes, envy me. Thats why we live in the Valley of the SUN. I NEED SUN. Anyway, after school Maddison and I set out to buy Valentines for the class party tomorrow. Then we met her Dad for lunch, who just happened to be in the area working :) Afterwards we made a quick stop to pick up some birdy goods and we were on our way home to get busy!

First, the Aviary.....


The Aviary is alot of work to keep clean and healthy...but guess what? It seems some of Maddison's Parakeets are in L-O-V-E. Of course they are, just in time for Valentines Day :) Soon, we expect Maddison's Parakeets to lay eggs. Anyone want a baby hand tame, hand raised parakeet to add to their family? (Wendy?) I know you love our zoo.........

Then it was time to weed the garden and do some yard work....did I mention our weather was PERFECT? I LOVE to be outside! Maddison and I had a heavenly day today, we even planted a blue Hibiscus bush in memory of "Grandpa."

Why is it that when Maddison is home with me her numbers are "perfect?" Seriously? Is it all the working outside? Is it freedom from school grumpiness? I dont know if her happiness makes blood sugars fall in place or what. I just know that
B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L days like today keep her numbers right where they should be. Repeat tomorrow. YAY for early release :)

What exactly does that mean?

This article about a T1 girls death is very upsetting. For MANY reasons.... "DID NOT TAKE CARE OF HERSELF" CLICK TO READ THE STORY

So what exactly do people mean when they say someone with Diabetes "didnt take care of themselves" ???? This poor girl was dx'd with Diabetes at a TERRIBLE age for change...age 13. She died at age 26.....Diabetes complications killed her after 13 years? She didnt take care of herself? Meaning what? Was she a terrible carb counter?She ate Cheetos every day? She never brushed her teeth? Never went to the doctor? Didnt TRY to manage her disease? Was she DEPRESSED? She forgot to take her shots? She chose NPH as her treatment instead of newer insulins? What does "did not take care of herself" mean exactly?

She didnt work out every day? She had "brittle" Diabetes and couldn't avoid extremes? She ate french fries? Ice cream? She laid around all day and smoked cigerettes? Did she do drugs? What exactly does her mother mean when she says her daughter didnt take care of herself??!! PLEASE DO EXPLAIN!!

148

Today was a better day, even though both girls were home from school with fevers. I was able to get alot done while they cuddled in bed together all day watching movies. When I get stressed or overwhelmed with life, It seems I always end up cleaning and organizing closets or anything sorting through anything else that has been neglected. I guess thats how I re-focus my feelings. I've realized when I'm lost in my cleaning frenzies I'm actually sorting through alot thats been backed up in my emotions. With all that was sorted and re-organized today, I feel much more at peace today than yesterday!

So, after everything in the house was obsessively cleaned, I started to gather all our medical expenses and reciepts to prepare for the dreaded filing of taxes. ICK! I came across my file of medical records, and of course, I had to go through some of them just out of curiosity. I came across my labs at diagnosis...I've seen it a hundred times before, my A1c was 13%...but this time, I noticed my fasting number was 116. WTH? How does that happen? An A1c of 13% but my fasting number was 116? Is that even possible? I dug a little deeper....I came across an ER visit I had in 2002for kidney stones. I flipped through my lab results. All looked good, except my Glucose read 148H. At 4 o'clock in the morning. WEIRD....that was in 2002, 4 years before I was diagnosed. My blood sugar was 148 at 4am? I'm sure that would be a number reflective of having not eaten since dinner the night before. 148?

Yes, 148 is high. Is it terribly high? Not really, but at 4am thats pretty high for someone without Diabetes. No, they didnt draw an A1c. ER's don't have reason to draw an A1c unless you have Diabetes I guess. Now, I wonder. I'm thinking my onset of Diabetes was very, very long. As in, at LEAST 4 years. From the time I was pregnant with Hannah (I was 19) I had the symptoms of extreme thirst, irritability and fatigue. Did I mention I had "gestational Diabetes" with both girls? Again looking at the lab report from the ER in 2002, I focused on that 148. What was my blood sugar after eating all day? This was back in the days when I did drink regular Coke and eat higher carb loads.....Interesting....scary. Many times at work I used to "feel low" and would have a nurse check my BS. I always came back at around 80. Maybe 80 WAS low for me. Maybe I was used to being in the 150-200 range. Who knows. Of course, now I just wonder. How long did Maddison's Diabetes hurt her before diagnosis? How long did my Dad and I have elevated readings before being diagnosed? Was that part of the reason my Dad ended up with so many complications? Sure, 148 isnt THAT high, but it isnt normal either. I thought I liked 148. I thought 148 was a decent number. Now I'm not so sure.

Maddison was just 465 going to bed. Hannah wants to puke. I've watched her eat and pee all day. Just like I did before Diabetes took over. Diabetes thoughts are haunting me tonight. Hannah had an A1c drawn earlier this year. It was 5.5% which is actually considered something to "watch" per her Pediatrician. I just don't know anymore. I'm tired of the Diabetes fear. I'm tired of seeing all the signs in Hannah. I'm tired of watching and waiting. I'm tired of hearing that this disease takes yet another persons carefree life. I'm tired of thinking how my Dad would be here today, if not for Diabetes. Just tired.

Remembering

Friday as I waited in the school front office to pick up Maddison, I found myself watching each and every child. Remembering. Remembering the easy days. The days when Diabetes wasn't here. The days when we could just do whatever we wanted, without planning first. I watched the kindergarten kids come bounding from their classrooms full of energy and smiles. My heart ached as I realized Maddison was diagnosed at this very same age. But they look so tiny. Tears filled my eyes. I wondered which child would be next. Which child might be diagnosed next?

One little girl caught my eye. She reminded me of Maddison at that tender age of 6. Before diagnosis. I noticed the little girls dark circles under her eyes, and the too thin frame she carries. I wondered, and I worried. What if? Then, the 1st graders emerged from their classes. I watched each child in amazement. Remembering when Maddison was just like them. Remembering when she didnt have this burden to carry. Remembering when riding the bus home wasn't a worry. Remembering when she could go home with a friend after school without a care in the world.

My sister mentioned to me the other day that her baby Sammi has been very thirsty. Wetting through alot more diapers. She's just 18 months old....now, I worry. I remembered back to when Maddison was that age. Ohhhh....how I miss that age. Maddison started with her D symptoms around the age of 2. How was it that she wasn't dx'd until the age of 6? I think in our family we have a very slow and long onset. Maddison started with the meltdowns. The hyper phases. The dark circles. The sleepless nights. It wasn't until the end when thirst and bed wetting set in. Now, I'm remembering. Remembering how it all started.

I want to swoop up my baby niece Sammi and do everything in my power to keep her from this horrid disease. I know I can't....but, I feel that I can. Or, at least maybe I can see it coming and intervene before she gets really sick. She's probably fine....but what if? I'm scared for her. I think if Diabetes takes another child in this family I will lose my mind. Knowing all I know now....knowing what D really is....I'm not sure I could handle hearing another diagnosis. Today, I'm grieving over so many things.

Today was a day I could have just stared at the wall all day and remembered life before. Remember life before Maddison had Diabetes. Then, I realized....I dont even remember ME without Diabetes. Diabetes is just what I do. Diabetes is just ME. I hope that it feels the same for Maddison. Today I thought alot about my Dad's Diabetes battles. I was looking at his pictures remembering his eyes before blindness set in. They were so clear and blue. I remember his garden and how he tended to it every day so happily before Diabetes left him so sick all the time. I remember him working on his old cars all day on the weekends. I remembered how he never sat still. He was always doing something, always doing the things he loved. Until he physically couldnt anymore.

Today I remember how I HATE this disease as a 38 stared back on Maddison's meter. She just wanted to join her friends in the Jacuzzi. 38 reminded me that Diabetes is never very far, even when you just want to have fun. A sad day for me today. My heart is beginning to accept the fact that my Dad really is gone. I'm tearful on and off all day. And then, I remember my mom. My mom is still here, all alone. In a big empty house. Without the man she planned to spend her life with. And then, my heart breaks even more. I can't imagine how she must feel. Tomorrow she returns to work for the first time in 2 months. And then, she will come home from work to that big empty house. Alone. Without my Dad there to smile and hug her tight. I just can't believe it. My heart is so empty. I want to keep my Mom from this pain.

I'm trying to get to bed tonight without a heavy heart. I'm trying to remember the good in life, but right now, life just hurts. I'm hoping for a better day tomorrow....trying to remind myself that time will heal our broken hearts.

Pump setting woes, Grandpa Woes

I realized the other day that Maddison's pump is programmed with the wrong nightime basal rate! You would think after nearly 2 weeks of highs at bedtime I would have checked and found the setting too low. Nope. I never checked. I just corrected the high each night and moved on, preoccupied with so many other things right now. I felt like such a terrible D Mom when I realized it. Damn pump patterns! Maddison is usually set to "Pattern A" during the school week when she requires much more insulin. "Pattern B" was staring back at me when I finally decided to see what the settings were. I feel like such a jerk! Last night though (being switched to the right pattern) she was a perfect 130 going to bed with no insulin left from eating...of course she didnt stay there. 210 was her midnight number. Damn Diabetes!

I skipped my Endo appointment on Monday. I had to. I hadn't been to work in nearly two weeks, I couldnt take the day off for ME. I wouldn't be surprised if my Endo discharges me, even though I always call to cancel. This is the 3rd appointment I've cancelled! TERRIBLE!! I know!! I haven't been in to see her since...last May? YIKES. I'm not worried about my A1c, I need to get back in for my Thyroid. (I have long standing Goiter and multi-nodular complex masses)

A HORRIBLE TERRIBLE THING.....A Co-worker of mine who is around 45yrs old, was just dx'd with some type of Thyroid Cancer.....my heart is BREAKING for her. I feel SICK inside. I can't imagine the road ahead for her. On Monday she came into my office asking about my insulin pump because she was having some kind of pump implanted the next day along with a feeding tube and Chemo/Radiation stent. I just wanted to cry. I did actually, all the way home that day. There is so much illness all around us...after dealing with my Dad in ICU for so many weeks, I just want to hide the more I hear about and see others who are faced with medical issues! My heart aches. I'm stuck in fear mode. Fearing illness is out to get me and my family!

Maddison is having a very hard week. We have a touch of a viral thing in our house. Headache, sore throat. Maddison takes advantage of that every-single-morning. Maddison hates school. Thats no secret. Every morning this week has been pure torture trying to get her out the door. She pleads with me to believe her. She pleads that her throat is on fire and her head is going to burst. (Strep was negative) She cries, SOBS every morning. Its not so much the feeling yucky, as it is her heart is aching. She hates school. But now, her heart is also aching for her Grandpa, which makes going to school even MORE torture for her. Today she refused to get out of the car. Everytime I opened the door, she pulled it closed. Then she climbed into the back of the van and hid. Sobbing. Luckily, the school nurse and the school counselor were on the drop off line duty. The nurse opened the door for Maddison and coaxed her out, while the counselor swooped her up and took her to her office to talk.

The counselor called me shortly after school started today. She had spoken with Maddison a long time about her feelings. Of course, the main thing is that Maddison just doesnt want to be at school. She never does. Add to that a headache, a sore throat and the death of her Grandpa....Maddison's really struggling. (Probably doesnt help that we watched "My Sisters Keeper" last night!!!) And Hannah? Hannah was very close to her Grandpa when she was younger. I know Hannah's heart is troubled, yet she hasn't wanted to talk about it yet. Soon I'm sure she will, when we are all past the denial that is still taking us over. Hannah was able to see my Dad several times when he was in the hospital. The 2nd day after his bypass he told Hannah that he wouldn't die like her other Grandpa had. He told her he would be coming home. Remembering that day breaks my heart. I know my Dad would have made it out of there just fine. If only the ERROR didn't happen.

The more I think about my kids being without a Grandpa, the more it hurts my heart. Knowing that my kids understand what happened in that hospital, makes me sick. I'm sure it scares them. I hate to think that my Dads Diabetes scares Maddison. As much as we talk about it, I'm sure Maddison understands that WE will be okay. We have insulin pumps. But does she really feel safe from this disease? Is all this Grandpa stuff playing into her sadness when she is sent off to school? Maybe its not. Maybe this is just her normal "hatred" of school. I just wish I knew.

The A1c lies

It killed me this morning to send Maddison off to her Endo appointment without me. I had to go work, and Josh has Tuesdays off, so he was the lucky one! I honestly enjoy Maddison's Endo appointments. So far anyway. I must be the only weirdo parent in this world that looks forward to seeing my "report card" from the Endo. Actually, I dont look forward to the "report card," I look forward to seeing our Awesome Endo herself! She always has a way of making me feel like I'm a super D Mom!

We all know how an A1c number feels. We hate them. We despise them. We want to either cry when we hear them, or cheer for joy. Some people say they don't pay much attention to them. Some people say the A1c is "JUST A NUMBER." We all KNOW the A1c IS just a number, but we still FEEL them. I dont care who you are, I know you still feel something when you hear what that A1c is!

Today, I feel finger poke A1c's are big-fat-liars! Maddison's numbers have been all over the place. We havent had many lows, highs are the problem this time around. We aren't checking any less, and we aren't checking any more often than usual. Yet Maddison's A1c came back at 7.0%....better than its been in two years! That can't be! I haven't even micro managed her numbers like I used to!

Totally wrong! I know it! That A1c is wrong! I prepared myself for an A1c of around 7.8% according to her meter average, which always seems to be close to her actual
A1c. There is just no way that 7.0% is accurate. Maddie's A1c today should have been one of her highest ever, being that I havent kept on top of her numbers AT ALL since my Dad has been sick. ACK! Now I will never trust finger poke A1'c again! Why is it that when you drive yourself bonkers micromanaging numbers the A1c ends up higher than when you dont give the extra effort at all!!??

Oh well. I know Maddison's A1c came back wrong today. It doesn't matter what her A1c number is, as long as we are staying on top of her Diabetes. And, we are. Us Moms always are, no matter what the number says!