UGH... it uploaded the pictures backwards again. So heres the month from the end to the beginning.
Lots of fun outside in the sand and water...reminding me of our fun days with the hose running in the sandbox at Stanford's Escondido Village. Alec used playmobile and with his phone tried to make a slow motion flood.
To celebrate the last day of school, we let the kids pitch tents in the backyard and sleep in them... with a TV in each tent. We ran extension cords to the different TVs and the wifi signal was strong enough for them to stream a movie to watch. We had Charlie and Alec in one tent and Gwen and Freddy in the other. I believe the kids slept in their tents multiple nights. It was a fun Corona-Virus Pandemic-Friendly way to celebrate.
For mother's day this year we made a big card for GG Archibald, who has been staying with Grandma and Grandpa Archibald after a fall in her own home. Her memory is fading, so we always make sure to label our cards with our names. We made a big card with a pop-up bouquet of flowers that was really fun.
We've enjoyed some Friday afternoons at Thom and Brittany's pond near their house. Talking with Jess and Brittany while the kids happily swim is so enjoyable for everyone. Theo and Max still keep me on my toys but its worth the conversation, sunshine, and kids being active time.
I guess the other thing I should talk about in May 2020 was that I got an official diagnosis of Latent Auto-Immune Diabetes in Adults. This was both upsetting and relieving. Its been MONTHS of me testing my blood sugars at LEAST 4 times a day, trying to keep them in the right range with diet, exercise and pills(metformin) and it wasn't working. I was losing lots of weight as the only thing that worked to get right numbers was to NOT eat, or at least not eat very many carbs. Like I tried to target 0-10 carbs for breakfast, 15-20 carbs for lunch and dinner and snacks to be 0-5 carbs. I ate a lot of eggs for breakfast, I had almond milk and protein powder for meal shakes, I did KETO bread if I absolutely needed bread for something (it didn't taste very good) I ate salads a lot, cheese, nuts and beef jerky for snacks. Changed all my rice intake to cauliflower rice, all pasta to spaghetti squash or zucchini noodles. I had to be careful of too much nuts and protein though in case it lead to another kidney stone, so I really felt limited in my food choices. I use food as rewards and emotionally eat when I'm sad or stressed so to NOT have that as a coping mechanism while I struggled raising my 6 crazy kids in my in-laws house, on top of a Pandemic that required home schooling them too??!?! I cried... A LOT. We use food a lot to bond as a family too. We started stopping our tradition of Sunday night treats and book reading...because I didn't feel like making a treat I couldn't eat. I guess I'm not that self-less. I felt little joy at family dinners and gatherings because while everyone could enjoy the food, I could barely eat a few things. But back to my diagnosis. I was relieved to get the diagnosis for a few reasons: 1 - at least this meant that I was doing all the right things to try and control it ... it just ISN'T controllable without insulin. So I wasn't a failure. 2 - I hoped this meant that I could go back to eating some of my favorite foods... as long as I gave insulin for it. The diagnosis was also really upsetting because I assumed I'd be getting a pump and needing to be connected to a device and tubes and medecine OR I WOULD DIE... for the rest of my life. It's daunting and depressing. One big blessing in this time was the doctor I ended up getting to be my endocrinologist: Dr. James Craven. He has excellent bedside manner and is extremely intelligent, a great listener, understands my rambling questions, and so patient. He took so much time with me to explain things and treated me with respect, (not condescending). He was sympathetic and kept pausing to say, "How do you feel about this?" "what do you think about this?". He is wonderful. Plus he has either a Scottish or Irish accent so its just a pleasant to listen to him. The plan is for me to get needle injections and inject myself with insulin 4 times a day, once at night for my basal insulin, and then once 15 minutes before each meal using a standard ration of 15 carbs for 1 unit of insulin. So for at least the next few months I would need to still be very restrictive on my carbs so we could get a read on how much insulin my body needs. I could either have 15 or 30 carbs per meal, 3 times a day and 1-2 snacks could happen as long as they were under 7 grams of carbs. Its funny how this tiny additional amount of carbs felt like a lot... I could eat a regular piece of bread with an egg for breakfast! But being tied to a cooler or fridge so my insulin could be refrigerated (which ended up being a misunderstanding...apparently I could've just stuck the insulin pen in my purse sometimes without the bulky mini cooler!) and still injecting myself with a needle 4 times a day plus finger pricking to check my blood sugars at least 4 times a day plus more if I felt low was not my favorite. And it turned out I was EXTREMELY sensitive to insulin. I kept having EXTREME (30-40) lows in the middle of the night, after dinner etc. We cut my carb ration back to 30 carbs per unit, and cut my basal from 10 units to 6 a night. But that was too light so we settled at around 7 for basal and 25 ish for my carb ratio. But this took MONTHS of research, of writing down my blood sugars first thing in the morning and 1-2 hrs after a meal, how much insulin I gave, how many carbs I ate at ANY point in the day, how long and what type of exercise I did etc. I hated keeping the record but it was necessary to see what my body needed. I met with Dr. Craven every month for the first little while, and with a nurse educator a few times in between those visits to go over my numbers, adjust ratios, ask questions etc. Again the timing of this was pretty stressful. Having all the kids home, and doing final projects/tests/assignments for school, moving in/out/around the house with James and Dixie finding a condo to buy across down. And Theo and Max being at a needy/challenging age. Some days I wish I could just disappear. Life was too hard. Somehow we got through it.