Oh, what a wonderful day! A whole day dedicated to celebrating what amazing fathers our children have! And while I may be just a bit prejudiced, my kids have the best dad! Lily has been on a kick lately, determined that she is going to marry her daddy when she grows up. Never mind that Mommy is already married to Daddy. She's got a plan to take care of that. Mommy is going to marry Leo and then Lily can marry Daddy. Can't tell that she's a Daddy's Girl, can you? He really is pretty incredible though. They crawl all over him, use him as a jungle gym, run circles around him, talk him into just about anything they want, and just plain adore him. The kids both run for the door when they hear his truck in the driveway and wait, bouncing, on the step for him to come up to the house. I'd be a bit jealous of their adoration except they still need their mommy when they have an owie or want to snuggle!
Before I give you the impression that I'm a huge puddle of mush for my husband (although, quite honestly, I am!), I do have a bit of an issue tonight. My husband and I share almost equally in the substitute pancreas duties. I take care of everything for the kids during the day, as that's my one and only job. But on the weekends and in the evenings, we share it all. Sounds great, right? Just one problem with that....we have very different management styles! Let me explain....my husband and I lived together during college. When we first moved in together, I was pre-pump. My care of my own diabetes wasn't at its best. My poor husband woke up to find me convulsing on a couple of occasions. Being the incredibly intelligent man that he is, he managed to spoon-feed me sugar straight from the sugar bowl both times and no ambulance was necessary. But the experiences have scarred him for live. Literally. Fast-forward to the here and now and Lily's diabetes care and my husband tends to err on the side of caution. Extreme caution. I can always tell when I look at our logbook who determined how much insulin to give Lily. Tonight is a perfect example. We took the kids swimming for a couple of hours and followed it up with a late dinner, immediately before bedtime. My husband and I discussed the carbohydrate count. Because Lily was 90 at dinner (great number!), my husband decided to subtract some carbs from the final total. Lily is now 434 (gasp!)!!! I hate those numbers!
All you other d-moms out there...do you deal with anything similar? Have any tips on how to reconcile the differences in our diabetes management styles?