While pregnant with Carter I tested for Gestational Diabetes, and I failed my test. They called and had me come in once more for a three hour test in which I was told I had passed. Days went by and we grew.. and grew.. and grew.. and gained 60 pounds. Every day was a struggle, we were tired, swollen, seeing stars without any strenuous movement and had blood pressure and swelling issues.
It was not gracious.
Once we were in the hospital and geared up for delivery I was told that I should've been treated for GD and hours later I popped out a 9 pounder via csection. So somewhere deep inside me I was worried about the possibilities of testing positive for GD again.
But it hit me like a brick wall.
When they told me I was diagnosed with this fairly common pregnancy glitch my husband and I took it much harder than either of us had expected. We had made so many serious changes to our diet and lifestyle, minus the morning sickness I felt better than I ever have in my life, I have only gained 3 pounds and our baby wasn't measuring weeks ahead like Carter had. I was so determined to live a healthy happy pregnancy and end it with a bang by getting the VBAC that I so desire. I worked long and hard to be where we are at now.. I felt defeated.
Being allowed to go overdue, not feeling pressure to deliver early, not having any growth ultrasounds for anyone to tell my my baby is too large to deliver.. all of it seemed to be slowly slipping away from me.
My husband and I both realized that these were just the cards that we were dealt and that we should just do the best that we can to make sure that none of this has the opportunity to happen to us. If I poke myself and take my blood sugar as much as they ask of me, maintain the diet that they told me to go by and attend all the educational classes and ultrasounds they need than there shouldn't be any reason why we can't achieve what we set out for. And that my health amongst all the other things was what was most important.
Poking myself has gotten easier... I will admit that the very fist time it took me over an hour and immense amounts of bribing to get me to do it (maybe a few tears.. yes I promise you I am in fact an adult). My blood sugar stays stable as long as I do as I was told and hopefully in a few short months we can share that although we hit a minor bump in the road that the rest of our pregnancy and delivery were just as beautiful as we had ever imagined.
What ever goes as planned anyway? Without spontaneity and our ability to adapt we wouldn't have any of what we are blessed with now. I'll hold on tight to that.
Cheers GD, I will kick you in the butt.
- T
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