Hello - I am 31 years old, just had my first baby three weeks ago. I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes at 28 weeks pregnant after I went DKA with a blood glucose level of 700 and an A1C of 12. After four days in the hospital I was taught how to test my blood sugars and how to take Humalog with meals and Levemir at night. I was motivated by my unborn child and stuck to an incredibly regimented diet for the next three months, with the hope that my diabetes would go away with the birth of my baby.
When my child was born, they tested my A1C, and it was 5.5, and my sugars were consistently staying around 90-110 for fasting. They put me on metformin right away. I started to binge cookies and cake, thinking with the removal of my placenta I was free from this “curse”. I have been living my old sugar eating life for the last three weeks and taking Metformin twice daily. Checking my fasting each morning, I’m at around 100.
Today I had a call with my Endocrinologist; she had me get tested for antibodies. I learned I tested positive for the GAD antibodies. She said I am Type 1 and will inevitably need to be on insulin for the rest of my life; that right now I’m in the “honeymoon” phase. She said to do my best to eat healthy and exercise as my body will eventually stop producing insulin, and I can potentially prolong that day by living a healthy lifestyle. It can “be a year to ten years from now”, in her words.
Is that true? How long do I have until I’m back on insulin for the rest of my life?
I fear for my three week old child. I don’t want that life for them.
I fear for my sanity, that I was able to successfully be an insulin taking gestational diabetic because I was motivated by my pregnancy and the hope it was temporary, and that a permanent diagnosis is mentally detrimental.
I fear my mortality and an earlier death, or psychiatric complications, heart disease, or stroke.
I fear the burden this will be on my husband.
Was anyone else in my shoes? I did this once already, but only for three months, and ate the healthiest I’ve ever eaten before. I checked my sugars 7-10 times a day and had bruises on my thighs, stomach, and arms. I thought it would be one day over. I need motivation to be able to make this a lifelong commitment, and perhaps being healthy and in the best shape of my life is that motivation. What was it for you? Please give me words of encouragement. I’m hopeful but on edge of fear for the future.