This time, I had to hold a tissue over the blood, and comfort her. Bless her heart. This is when the sadness comes out. She asks the barrage of questions (the same ones I ask God about): Why does she have to have diabetes? Why does she have to wear a pump? Why does she have to change her site? Why her?
|Our medical waste. For one site change.|
Then she laid on the bed with me listening and feeling the baby move. I knew she just needed some time and attention before bed-what we all need. But today? Most especially.
I hate that those bad moments can overshadow our good ones. We've had some sweet memory making despite all our bad lately (we won't even go there-I don't need the stress!). She had her fourth grade musical (and I made her a shiny "M" shirt last minute to match her Eastside High cheer skirt-that's no longer so cool):
|Right in the middle, looking at me! ; )|
|It was only about 2 inches after this Shrinky dink shrank! LOVE these things!|
Thank you, God, for the good things we get to experience. ..and Thank you for a pump to better control blood sugars, the supplies we need, a beautiful 88 this morning, and a daughter who'll let me try it-even a third time.