Except when I just want to fall asleep after tucking the boys in with stories, songs, and snuggles, but instead of riding that train to the sleep station, I have to go stab myself with a (tiny) needle to inject hormones my body can’t make enough of. Little pinch, but it’s just enough to jab me out of the state of cozy sleep readiness.
Thinking About Gestational Diabetes as a Good Thing
Even then as I crawl into bed and lie awake, I come back to the words Job spoke to his wife: “Should we accept only good from God and not adversity?” This is a world where terrible pain, illness, and fear are rampant. I would be a fool to live with the expectation that everything should go well and comfortably.
Is the blessing of medical treatment and access to such luxuries as syringes and insulin even worth calling an adversity? No. Is the inconvenience of extra doctor appointments especially problematic when it means I receive constant reassurance about the good health of this precious baby? No. Is eating an incredibly delicious, well-balanced diet deserving of frustration? No. Is a medical complication that requires me to get regular exercise a bad thing? No.
Sometimes I even dare to think that having gestational diabetes and the process of managing it well is more of a blessing than a curse.
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