Birthday Party number ONE

So Lindsey Kate had her first birthday party as a diabetic yesterday. Lindsey was excited with party gift in hand and ideas of eating birthday cake ! I have to admit that we have bonded in a closer more dependent way over the past few weeks from our diagnosis. She was always about her independence from day one ~ she prefers to do things Carter is able to do and counts down the time when she can have a sleepover or ride her bike without me to the park. The testing and injections have connected us through the day ~ I see her at noon at preschool everyday, we have more time together than she would have chosen as old Lindsey. I can see it now when she looks for me when we are out places ~ she is more aware of where I am and where she is.. So ~ I was a little surprised yesterday when she looked at me and rolled her eyes when I took a seat at the back of the room at the birthday party.

I thought about it a few minutes. I quickly decided that I felt safe leaving her in the child center at the gym, she has gone on a number of playdates with trusted friends and she would be just fine playing without me for an hour. I'm grateful this was a parent of one of my cheerleaders with whom I knew she was safe. So I waved goodbye for the hour, with instructions that she would be ok with a moderate size piece of cake but we were skipping the ice cream. She was thrilled and frankly her glucose test before dinner was fine at 130 ( that's way low for us after weeks of 400 readings daily ) Success.

I did run a fun road race yesterday here in Texas. It was an amazing Spring morning and made better by quite a few friends running with me. I felt good ~ it was a race I fully thought I would skip as I have been cut short of an abundance of running time with the one two punch of tax season, hospital stays and crazy adjusted schedules. It was a big race here and a fundraiser for Komen. Many runners had shirts declaring names and pictures of survivors of cancer they were running for and even in memory of people they loved who didn't survive. It was a wake up call for me that are life is still going ~ Lindsey was born a fighter ~ a brave little soldier ~ and God knows I'm in the fight as well. I picked up the pace and crossed the finish line thinking I felt like we are gonna make it through this and still come out the other side.