I would say that my first week of managing gestational diabetes has gone pretty well. I had a follow-up appointment with the Diabetic Clinic to go over my levels, and the nurse and dietician were very happy with me. I only had two screw ups which I diagnosed easily – 1) My glucose in the morning when I woke up was a bit high, but I also didn’t have a snack before I went to bed. 2) My glucose after one of my lunches were really high, but I didn’t have enough protein and I also didn’t have a snack before then. “Come back in 2 weeks” they say brightly, and then hand me two more charts where I can record my levels for the next 14 days.
And now it goes downhill. I had such a good streak, that only the wheel of fortune must say that I’m in for a bad. The first one – I wasn’t at home. I was at a friend’s house and we ordered pizza. Except I thought that I would be smart and forego the pizza, so I ordered myself some chicken bites instead. All protein, so I should be good – right? WRONG. I checked my levels after 2 hours and I was at 7.4. 7.4?!?!?!? What about all that protein?!! It blew my mind. I figured the breading on it didn’t even equal a slice of bread, but I guess shit don’t work that way. I felt horrrrrible. I even posted to my mommy group about how I was a terrible mother and I’m no longer eating anything unless I have the nutritional label in front of me. It really stung after having such a perfect score the week before.
And then came breakfast the next day. My fasting blood sugar (when I first wake up) was normal, and then I had this protein enriched Special K with like 9 grams of fibre and 10g of protein. I thought, there should be enough protein in there, I’ll have an egg and a hotdog to go with it. (Don’t judge, hotdogs are fun in the morning. And I thought hey, more protein.) WRONG!! There is not enough protein in an egg or a hotdog to combat the carbs of the Special K. So the next morning I had the Special K, but this time with some cubes of cheddar cheese, and 1/4 cup of Greek yogurt. Levels all good.
This morning, I had the Special K, and then some cubes of cheddar cheese. But no greek yogurt. FAIL!!!!!! My level was the highest I’ve ever tracked. OMG. Screw you, Special K and your alleged protein!!!!! No longer eating that for breakfast again. So now I’ve got 3 strikes on my chart for the week, and I was doing so well too.
What I learned this week:
Carb numbers lie. I could be way under the 30-45g of carbs required for a meal, but if I don’t have that protein supplement, my glucose levels will be way up. Like that bowl of special K was literally 21g of carbs. Theoretically I should be able to double that, however, none of it is any good unless I have an equal if not greater amount of protein to “escort” the carbs through to my placenta.
Nutritional labels lie. Never again will I rely on the “protein content” posted on a label of carby goodness. It doesn’t matter. It’s all BS, it’s marketing, it’s impossible. I should’ve known. If there wasn’t enough protein in a freakin’ egg to bring down my levels, why would I expect the cereal on its own to negate its own carby self?? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hate you, Special K.
Never eat anything without seeing a label. Even straight up hunks of chicken were no match for the delicious carby breading enveloped around them. I should have known better – a Google search wouldn’t have killed me. Never, never again.
Snacks are paramount. Seriously. The power of a snack is insane. In the middle of the night, without that snack, your body’s blood sugar can dip so low that it’ll go into starvation mode. Your liver will start to secrete sugar to raise your blood sugar, unbeknownst to you. Then you wake up and you’re like WTF IS THIS NONSENSE, because your glucose levels are proportionate to the current Powerball Jackpot value. So have the snack, no matter how full you are. Your baby depends on it!
Eating sucks. GD has taken all the fun out of eating. Before today, the only thing I’ve been looking forward to eating is that Special K with milk, but we all know how that turned out. You have to eat so often, but so little, and still by dinner time I feel like I’m forcefeeding myself. It also doesn’t help that I’m dog/house sitting for my Father-In-Law which means I didn’t do a crazy amount of grocery shopping to lend myself a great deal of variety – but still, anything I want to eat is bad, bad, bad.
I’ve turned myself into a prisoner. I feel slightly trapped – like I don’t want to go out because I might have to eat, and what if I won’t have any healthy options? Or if I eat before I leave, will I be able to find a place to wash my hands properly and test my blood without someone thinking I’m shooting up heroin through my finger? Everything needs to happen in 2-3 hour intervals. But I’m a wandering shopper, where I think I’ll be out for 1 hour but it ends up being 4 or 5. So I say screw it, I’ll stay home.
In the end, I’ll do it all because it’s for the best. I want to give my baby the best start she can possibly have, and that means NOT having her pancreas need to pump its little heart out just because I can’t read a freaking label. I just wish that my mommy group would stop posting photos of donuts and Cinnabons.