Poolside Reflections

I sat there this afternoon, poolside. Overseeing her splashing in the shallow swimming pool. She has always loved water. She's been exposed to it since just weeks old. It was important to me that she always feel comfortable around it.

But after her diagnosis, her relationship with water became more tenuous, nearly love-hate.

For whatever reason, perhaps the combination of working to stay warm, combined with the physical exertion of staying afloat, Rowan's blood sugars would drop faster while swimming than if she wore a pair of mobster's concrete slippers.

So I sat there this afternoon, poolside. Reflecting on the magnitude of change that accompanies switching insulin treatments: injecting to pumping. So grateful she was finally able to make that choice for herself.

May you one day claim your renewed freedom little girl.

Own it.
Savor it.
Soar with it.

Swim with it!