Ketoacidosis

Last week, Lance and I went on a bike ride which is a pretty usual activity for us. But my legs felt so weak and that weakness continued for several days. I was planning on talking to the naturopath about it at my appt on Tuesday.... but I didn't get that far.

Monday night I was up all night with excruciating pain in my lower back. It kept me all night. Then, in the morning I called my friend from church to see if I she could find someone to help me with the babies because I wasn't feeling well.

Just tired,  I thought. I was up all night and just needed to rest.

But when Cosette woke up and I realized I didn't have the energy to pick her up... I called my friend back and asked if she could come over sooner.

She and my midwife came over and checked my vitals. At that point I was totally out of breath just from walking to the bathroom. I kept telling them I just need to get to a doctor but they were insistent that I get to the ER.

I don't really remember much after that. I remember thinking that all I wanted to do was sleep and that I couldn't breathe. I was told that I was terribly dehydrated and that in combination with high blood sugars and an imbalanced PH - I was suffering from ketoacidosis.

I was told that I am a type 1 diabetic and I need to be on insulin.

That wasn't really news to me. Everything was fine with my blood sugars until 2 weeks after Violet was born. I tried everything but suddenly nothing was working. I could not control my numbers no matter what I did. Even with insulin, I wasn't able to control my numbers. Apparently, I wasn't getting the right combination of insulin.

I am going to continue my regimen with my naturopath and keep hoping that my pancreas will repair itself before the insulin kills it... but I'm coming to the realization that I can't protect my pancreas from the insulin anymore. My body needs it.

I can't really put into words how I feel about it all. Part of me, thankful to be alive right now and not in a diabetic coma, is ready to move on with the type 1 diagnosis and forget it. The truth is, now that I am taking insulin, it has been quite nice to be able to eat the same things I make for my family. The other part of me is still hanging on to what it was just 5 months ago.... wanting so badly for THAT and wanting to keep fighting.

Meh.. its funny how life is. You never can predict what is going to happen.

And before all of this craziness I uploaded some pics of the kiddos.

https://picasaweb.google.com/115639023178791141355/20130623?authuser=0&feat=directlink

2013-06-23