I’m 28 weeks along with my first baby. My little baby boy, my dream come true. I have a genetic form of diabetes (called MODY 3)... there is 50/50 chance that my son will inherit my diabetes. I hate these odds. The mutation runs heavily in my family. Myself, my mother, her father, her 2 sisters, her brother and one of my cousins ALL have diabetes. It struck at different times for each one of us but it mostly rears it’s ugly head later in life, as it did for me (I was 26 when I got diagnosed)... that 50% chance almost stopped me from having a child completely but my desire to be a mother got the best of me. I worked hard to get my a1c as low as possible before even attempting to get pregnant. I was at 5.8 when I conceived and through blood, sweat, tears and UNGODLY amounts of insulin paired with eating a strict healthy diet of essentially the same thing every single day, I’ve been able to knock my a1c down even lower to 5.1, where it’s been riding for the majority of my pregnancy. I’ve had my fair share of highs and lows, which we all know is out of our control sometimes. Managing my diabetes while carrying my baby has been the hardest thing I have EVER done. No exaggeration. To any diabetic moms out there who have done this once, or DARED to do it more than once, YOU’RE KICK ASS. I can’t tell you how many times I have sobbed my eyes out, begging for this to be over. Thankfully, my son will be born in January and I know all of my effort will be worth it. However, I also know I will be holding my breath as he grows, hoping and praying that somehow diabetes will spare him and never show up.
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