Being a mom is very, very hard, no question, no judgement. You have to battle a miniature heavy weight champion who only eats string cheese and milk from a straw, who then spits out half that milk into your hair and then proceeds to dance to no music crying because the dog won't play with him.
Ok, now add to that experience a low blood sugar where you can't see straight, you feel dizzy and nauseous, and you truly feel like you might be dying. Add that every time you go to drink the juice box, the little heavy weight champion pulls it from your hand and spills it all over the floor. YES, my sugar that will keep me from passing out is now all over the floor, being licked up by the dog that won't play with the boy. Why won't they just play when I need them to and not at 10 pm, when we all should be asleep?!
Let's try again. I find the Sunkist fruit gem candy that my neighbor kindly bought me from BJs that is the only thing I don't hate to eat when my sugar is low, and I can quickly pop them in my mouth without the boy seeing, and proceed to have 10 of them because I feel like I'm dying. I find some crackers and give them to the boy to keep him occupied, but he proceeds to feed them to the dog that is allergic to crackers. I attempt to stop the boy, but he proceeds to scream and won't let go of my leg.
Ok, now he poops, like a heavy weight champion poop. So I'm nauseous and it smells, and he's crying and the dog is trying to eat the dirty diaper.
I just need 20 minutes to feel human again.
Ok, let's do it. I give him my phone. Silence. Thank you Apple and YouTube and farm animal videos. I can't teach the boy the word "mommy," but he knows where milk comes from. #toddlerpriorities
Now my blood sugar is high, like really high, because I panicked and ate the boy's weight in sugar. I have to pee and feel nauseous, yet I'm solo parenting tonight and I still need to give the smelly boy a bath, walk the dog with boy in tow, and somehow make food for tomorrow's lunch. Eh, never mind, he's just going to eat string cheese, again.
I'm feeling a little better, but then I find the boy pouring out all of my test strips onto the floor attempting to push some of them into my PDM. Wow, pretty smart for a toddler, but that also requires me to then pick them all up, distracting me and allowing him to throw my PDM into the dog's water bowl.
Being a mom is damn hard, but having a low blood sugar while being a mom is like being a mom while handcuffed and pricked over and over with screams and bites and barks and moos. No other way to describe it. I know I'm not unique, and moms all over have struggles and challenges. I give us all credit, all of us, and a particular props to all the diabetic moms out there!