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Trick or Carrot Stick! Our First Diabetic Halloween.

Santa filled his stocking with socks, underwear and Pokemon cards.

The Easter Bunny left Lego around the house instead of chocolate.

Sugar Free Jell-O has become his staple dessert at birthday parties.

But what do you do with your diabetic child on Halloween? A holiday that revolves around candy?

My boy is excited to go Trick or Treating in his new Storm Trooper costume. He’s pumped to run around in the dark with his brother, sister and friends. But he keeps asking me what we’re going to do about the candy and my only answer so far has been “we’ll worry about it on Halloween”.

BUT HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW AND I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING.

Clearly I need some help…and fast!

Sam’s one year diabetes anniversary is on November twenty-fourth. This will be our first rodeo having a diabetic child on Halloween. Because he’s on injections of both slow and fast acting insulin twice daily, he needs to eat a regimented amount of carbohydrates at certain times throughout the day. So what does that have to do with Halloween?

EVERYTHING!

Halloween is all about running wildly from door to door while pigging out on candy. It’s about staying up late and bending the rules when it comes to bedtimes and proper nutrition.

BUT YOU CAN’T DO THAT WITH A DIABETIC CHILD.

Maybe I could go around to all of the houses in my neighbourhood and ask them to offer carb free, diabetic friendly foods like veggies, meat or cheese to the Trick or Treaters instead of candy? And while I’m at it, I’ll ask all of the kids to say “Trick or Carrot Stick” instead of Trick or Treat?

Clearly I’m delirious.

As I sit here and stress about ways to include my son in all of the Halloween fun, my husband comes up with a plan.

“Sam, how about Mom and Dad buy your Halloween candy from you and then you can use the money to get yourself something special? Like a new Lego set?”

“Really? So I can still Trick or Treat?”

“Of course,” my husband replies with a smile.

What just happened here? Did my husband just solve our Halloween dilemma?

“Sam, you’re sure you’re okay with not eating candy with your brother and sister?” I ask to make sure he fully understands.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Oh and maybe I could donate the money to the JDRF instead of getting Lego?”

What? Who is this kid?

“That’s a terrific idea” I say as my heart swells with pride.

As a parent of a diabetic child, all I want for my son is to be included. Whether it be soccer, hockey, class potlucks or Trick or Treating, I simply want him to know that having diabetes won’t stop him from doing anything that he did before his diagnosis. Sure, we might have to get a little creative, but nothing is impossible. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last year it’s that my son is ridiculously resilient.

I’m still relatively new to the complex world of parenting a diabetic child and I would gladly welcome Halloween tips from any Type 1 parents out there! I’d love to know how  you make holidays and other special events inclusive for your kids. Feel free to let your suggestions fly in the comments! I think that my “Trick or Carrot Stick” idea is a pretty clear indication that I need all of the help that I can get!

Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween!

Your friend,

Natasha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paragraph # 13: Weight Rant.

 

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As I sit here on my couch, wearing a pair of extra large sweat pants, I’d estimate that I’m at least thirty pounds heavier than I was on my wedding day.

And do you know how that makes me feel?

Fucking awesome.

Yes I should exercise, eat better, drink more water. I know if I did all of these things, the weight would come off.

But I just don’t care.

At this stage in my life, I have bigger fish to fry than obsessing about my rolls and stretch marks.

And I’m so done with feeling guilty about drinking high carb beer and binging on chocolate.

If you’re reading this and you’re feeling shitty about your body, all I want to say is…

Have cream in your coffee.

Say yes to that second piece of cake.

Life is freak’n hard and you’re doing great!

Now if you’ll excuse me, my chins and I have a date with a cold beverage and a bowl of chips.

Thanks for reading and I’ll see you tomorrow!

NFred.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paragraph # 5: Unsolicited Advice.

 

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We’ve all gotten some unsolicited advice at some point in our lives. I’ve had complete strangers approach me on everything from my parenting to my pimples. For paragraph number five, I decided to write some dialogue about a poor girl who’s just trying to eat her damn lunch. I hope you enjoy this little snippet of fiction. Thanks so much for reading and I’ll see you tomorrow! Xo NFred.

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“Is that ham in your sandwich?”

“Pardon?”

“Is that ham in your sandwich?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of ham?”

“Black forest.”

“I’m more of a honey ham kind of guy”.

“Great.”

“Are you going to eat it all?”

“Yes.”

“Cause if you’re not, I’ll take half”.

“I’m going to eat it all.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Pardon?”

“You shouldn’t eat it all because there’s lots of carbs in bread and you’re already a big girl.”

“Excuse me?”

“You should limit your carb intake. Carbs make you fat”

“Who the hell are you? A dietician or something?”

“No. I’m Luther, the janitor.”

“Well Luther the janitor, it’s my break and I’d like to sit here alone and enjoy my carbs in peace, please.”

“Okay”.

“So why are you still here?”

“I’m waiting to see if you’re going to give me half.”

“I’m not.”

“Why?”

“Because you called me fat.”

“I didn’t call you fat. I called you a big girl.”

“Whatever.”

“So you’re going to eat it all?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Bye now.”

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere. You’re leaving, remember?”

“Oh, well if you change your mind about that sandwich…”

“I won’t.”

“…because it’s an awful lot of food for a girl your size…”

“Luther, is it?”

“Yes.”

“If I were you, I would stop talking and leave before I throw MY sandwich at YOUR  face.”

“Jeesh, you don’t have to be rude.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I being rude?”

“Yes. You should really work on that temper.”

“Luther?”

“Yes”

“Leave.”

“Fine, but if you change your mind about that sandwich, I’ll be in the janitorial office until three.”

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