Those are caring eyes.
My best friend helps me cope with it all and we do it as equally as we can.
He is off hiking in Scotland today and away for a week.
I am alone with this but as my biggest supporter he deserves a break.
My break will come another time.
I love this man.
P.S. We had a bad night with little sleep as Frank was high and wanting me to be in his bed with him. We did everything right yesterday but he had a hypo of 2.6 and them a high at 3:30am of 19.4. What the ...?
I cried, again.
This morning all was well and good numbers arrived. Budd left for a week in Scotland and barely three hours later Frank and I are eating lunch and he looks at me and says, "Mummy, I don't want to die. Then I won't be with you."
More large, hot tears as I tried to hide my exhaustion and fears of doing this alone. How can there still be tears in there? I must be practically dessicated by now.
Any advice on how to manufacture feelings of Mama strength in times of need?
I'm thinking chick flicks and green tea (no glass of wine for a week in case I need to drive to the hospital).
Knitting too and Natalie Merchant's new album, which serendipitously (get me with the long words) arrived in the post this morning.
Other ideas much appreciated.
I know you all get it. Live it, in fact.
My thought s are with all parent of Type 1 children more than ever today.