My sweet baby Corrine is not a cuddler. I can console her for a moment and then she wants down. This morning when she woke at 3AM I silently cursed her for waking when she normally sleeps through the night. I hugged her and wrapped her back up in her blanket and laid her back down. No go. She screamed. I picked her back up and we swayed back and forth for a few minutes (mostly because mama was sleeping on her feet). I laid her back down. Didn't work. So we sat in the rocking chair and cuddled. We rocked for about 15 minutes, she sucked her thumb and fell asleep. I love that she is independent enough to want to do her own thing, but I really like those moments when we can cuddle up even if it is at 3AM.

Corrine is also not a napper. Or rather she wasn't a napper. She was a cat-napper. Now that she is mobile we are getting one GOOD nap a day. And by good, I mean longer than 30 minutes. She can go now from an hour to three hours! Imagine the things I can get done in more than 30 minutes.
I'm not complaining. This is what make my daughter her own person. And that is what I want her to be.

My life with Type 1 Diabetes started a week before I turned 34. I had Lasik surgery the year before and when I woke up and everything was blurry I got concerned. Turns out my blood glucose was so high it was effecting my vision. I went to the doctor and got the life altering news. I then spent the next two weeks going to the diabetes center every day so they could adjust my insulin levels for that day. I spent several weeks in denial, but mostly accepted the diagnoses. I also have Hashimoto's Thyroiditis which is an auto-immune disease. Turns out if you have one auto-immune disease it is easier to get another...your body attacks itself. In the grand scheme of auto-immune diseases diabetes is inconvenient, but if I take of myself it is livable and not debilitating like multiple sclerosis, lupus, or rheumatoid arthritis.

Fast forward nine years. As a diabetic of "advanced maternal age" I had a pretty easy pregnancy until 32 weeks. I had a wonderful team of doctors who I saw every two weeks to adjust my insulin levels and monitor my pregnancy. I took such good care of my blood glucose levels that my A1C (a three month blood glucose test) was 7 (which is really good). However, once Corrine was born, my numbers are all over the place. I forget to eat and I've already bolused (take my insulin via insulin pump). Or I eat and forget to bolus. Neither of which is good.

Take today for example...my pump ran out of insulin this morning after breakfast. I forgot to change it. Basically I've been without insulin all day. The pump is always giving little bursts of insulin throughout the day based on individual settings. I'm scared to check my BG because I know it is really high. Today I'm in denial.

I would like to live long enough to see my daughter grow up so I need start (again) checking my BG at every meal and a few hours after to make sure my insulin dose was correct. Maybe this blog will help?

I am not a crafty person. I want to be a crafty person. I look to books and the internet for inspiration. Some days it strikes. Usually that happens in between paychecks. I am learning to sew and quilt. My mother-in-law bought me a 1940's Singer sewing machine at a garage sale. And it still works. I know there are a lot of things the machine can't do compared to modern machines. But at this moment it does what I need to it to do. I found a quilt pattern that I would like to make. Only I would like to make the quilt top and the attach it to a duvet that I've had for years and don't use anymore. I'm not sure if it would work. In my head it works just fine. We'll see once I get going on it!
I knit. I learned when I was 5 or 6 and in 4-H. However, I can't read pattern. Mostly because I never learned that part of it. I make stuff up. I make blankets for the Linus Project . Now I am wanting to branch out from the easy projects like blankets and scarves to more challenging ones. I have a folder of patterns I've printed from the internet as my "someday when I have time" projects. It is a matter of time and money. No time and no money! I've been working on the felted handbag project since mid October and I'm only halfway finished.
Maybe now that I am a semi stay at home mom I can tackle more crafty projects!

We are all still feeling the effects of this head cold that is going around. I did manage to make it to the gym twice this week. I jogged on the treadmill for two miles and then was so winded I had to walk another mile. At least I tried, so it's not the set back I thought it would be.

On the other hand, I did have time to work on the felted handbag I'm knitting for a Christmas present. It is the first time I've felted anything. I love that it is knit on big needles. It knits up so much faster which is good considering I've got 168 rows total to knit and Christmas is rapidly approaching! We'll see how it turns out. I'm pretty excited about it.

A nasty head cold has settled into our house. All three of us are sick. My husband first thought it was his allergies. Then the baby got sick. Saturday night or rather Sunday very early in the AM (12:35AM to be exact) I woke up and couldn't breathe through my nose. Two nights of no sleep has left me worn out. I don't even want to think about running. I hate to use it as an excuse, but the thought of getting dressed and lacing up my running shoes tires me. Corrine and I did manage to walk to dogs today, but that has left me wanting to curl up under a warm fleece.

11/8- treadmill jogging
11/9- elliptical
11/10- treadmill jogging & walking

My first blog. Where to start? A little background perhaps? I am a new mom to a 10 month old, beautiful baby girl. I am a Type 1 Diabetic. I am a runner. I was a runner? No. I am a runner. I just haven't run in a long while. I ran the Bolder Boulder 10K in May 2010 and then found out I was pregnant. Between full time work and creating a human being, I was exhausted. I didn't run much. I didn't even work out much. I did manage to walk the dogs several times a week for a couple of miles a walk. I walked the dogs until I got put on bedrest. Baby girl was born January 2011. Let the sleepless nights begin. I couldn't run then. I could barely get through the day. Sleep when the baby sleeps leaves not time for a run. Even the dogs got neglected. Next thing I know it is May 2011 and the Bolder Boulder is coming around again. Should I run it? I hadn't run in a year. But I do this race every year. I couldn't let my streak end so I "wogged" it. I couldn't run it all, but I jogged and walked it. Now I should say I'm not a good runner, but the thought of not even trying the race bothered me. WORST. TIME. EVER. I am competitive with myself. I needed a goal to get myself back in the mindset. All of my running friends were running in half and full marathons. That is what I needed to do. Find a race to enter. Give myself time to get back into shape, but with a goal of a race to run.
I googled half marathons for the March/April timeframe to find a race to enter. I have previously run the Race for the Roses http://www.facebook.com/race4theroses in Portland Oregon. It is in April. That would be my race. I mentioned my goal to my good friend Tina who runs half marathons. She said she would run it with me. We pinkie swore. I can't let her down. I can't let myself down. I stared jogging on the treadmill at the gym. On TU 11/8 I jogged and walked a total of 3 miles. I even felt pretty good afterwards.
I decided to blog about my training. In my head, I thought if I put it down on paper (computer) where anyone could read it, I would be held accountable. So here it is...a blog and a pinkie swear and I'm on the road running again. Thanks.