Diabetic Life,  Momming

Introducing “Basal Bites” A NEW SWEET BASAL SERIES: Bite #1 “Too Low To Drive”

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I’d like to start a new series of posts to get back to the very basic reason that I started this blog, telling my story of life as a Type 1 Diabetic Mom. It is fairly common for me to steal one bite from my kids’ pizza, cookies, donuts, pancakes, and grilled cheese. They have come to accept it and my broken pancreas lives vicariously through this one bite. “Basal Bites” seemed like an appropriate title for stories meant to shine some light on things that are part of everyday life for a Type 1 Diabetic mama. “Too Low To Drive” is not an uncommon phrase in the Type 1 Diabetic world with most of us able to tell at least one story of sitting in a parking lot eating and waiting.

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Maisy and I just dropped Ellie off at acting class and it was our plan to walk to the library to hang out for the next hour. Maisy has recently discovered graphic novels and was so excited to find a new one to read.

Our New Reader

Maisy’s excitement for books is a very new phenomenon in our house. We honestly tip toe around her excitement for fear we might frighten it and scare it away. We try our best to act very calm when we hear her reading in bed at night while on the inside we are partying like it is New Year’s in Times Square.

To say that reading has not been Maisy’s favorite would be an understatement. There have been years of tears, screams, curling up in the fetal position, and full out temper tantrums, so when we saw her calmly approach reading this school year we just stood back and watched. Patience through all of these battles has not been easy on her or us but, kids grow and not just physically but their mental toughness and confidence hits growth spurts too.

Let it be said, there was NEVER ANY mention of how to handle all this in those birthing classes we took! I’m still convinced that getting the babies out is the easy part and we should have focused a whole lot more on what to do next!

The Diabetic Thought Factory

Off we went on our short walk to the library. It was a perfect fall night and I was soaking up the rare time I had with just one of my littles. While I listened to her quiet ramblings and musings I had a factory of diabetic thoughts at work in my head.

This tiny factory was hard at work contemplating how many carbs I had for dinner, how many units of insulin I took and how this walk might effect that calculation. I weighed the pros and the cons of turning my insulin pump down and made a quick mental checklist of the snacks I had in my bag just in case I needed them.

This diabetic thought factory used to be front and center and consume my every thought. I used to appear distant and detached from the ones I loved. Thankfully, time and life hs given me enough practice to nudge these endless thoughts and decisions to the background.

My little Maisy had no clue how many things were racing through my brain every second and I am grateful that I have learned to focus despite these distractions. Without this focus I would have completely missed out on her tiny voice reading the signs of the stores we passed and her estimation that the library probably has “a drillion” books. (Yes, auto correct that is a word, just ask my daughter)

A Bag Full Of Books And A Low Blood Sugar

Our trip to the library resulted in a bag full of books, paying off a $6 overdue fine (let’s call it a library donation perhaps), and a cool robot kit that lit Maisy’s love for STEM on fire. Our trip to the library also resulted in….yep…a low blood sugar.

We made it back to the acting class with ten minutes to spare and took a seat in the waiting area. While Maisy dug into her robot kit, I turned off pump alarms, ate two glucose tablets and part of a granola bar. I tried my best to fight the unconscious urge to eat every snack in my bag as I looked at the clock and realized I had less than ten minutes before I had to interact with other humans and appear “normal”.

I also had less than ten minutes to get these sugars up so I could drive home. This is not a new dilemma, I have been here before and I am not against sitting in a parking lot for a few minutes waiting for a safe-to-drive blood sugar. Additionally, I have two kids that have been here before and will not make a stink if we need to just sit and wait.

On The Rise

Apparently it was my lucky night of sorts, the class ran late and I had five precious extra minutes to get my sugars to a comfortable level. My Ellie ran out of her class with a monster sized smile on her face and words flying at me at warp speed. She had no clue that a few minutes ago her mom’s greatest concern was getting sugar. All she was aware of was the fantastic feeling of doing something she loves and of course the new robot her sister was putzing with.

We gathered our new library finds and headed to the car with my sugars on the rise and my vision and head clearing. Mom duties wrapped up for the night as I got them ready for bed, read stories, found Duckie and Monkey, folded laundry and signed homework sheets. Another day in the books with much of the same to come tomorrow and grateful for every single minute of it.

Me Too!

My intention behind sharing these stories and this blog is by no means to appear as a superhero or to file my complaints. Instead I want to raise awareness of what this life as a Type 1 Diabetic Mama really looks like and share the joy we have regardless of our diagnosis.

Since starting this blog and reaching out to the T1D community I have made some inspiring and unplanned connections. The most powerful and uniting moments are when someone sends me a “Me Too!” message.

I kept quiet about my Type 1 Diabetes for over 13 years for various reasons and during that time I didn’t know the power that could come from knowing someone else is walking along the same path. This power of connection and community is the driver behind sharing these “Don’t Eat Mom’s Snack’s” posts.

Type 1 Diabetic Mamas, we have ALL been there and we can ALL make a positive impact simply by letting someone know, “Me Too!”

Thanks For Reading Friends…Linds.

Diabetic Mama of Twins fueled by my family, working out, eating, dog walking, getting lost in the woods and insulin. Writing to share the journey this Type 1 diagnosis has taken me on since 2007.


  • Rick Phillips

    Hey I got my teenage son out of a ticket because I went low at traffic court. My son said it was the best diabetes day of his 17 year life. he still reminds me that if he is going to court he wants me to go with him because surely after 28 years they do not remember. LOL

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