Having developed the dreaded GD I had to have a follow up test to make sure that the hormones the caused it have , ummm, gone and that it has not lead to type 2 diabetes.
Well as you can see by the title of this post I am fine, but that does not mean you are not going to get the whole story anyway - it is my way!!!
I had to do the same two hour test as before with blood tests at the start, middle and finish. I took M34tb4LL's car to the hospital because the pram does not fit into my car, and I did not fancy the thought of holding the little man on lap for two hours.
I spent the two hours sitting in a little corridor with a mixture of pregnoids and their partners trying to read a copy of a trash mag that I bought from the hospital gift shop. Of course each time Peanut started to do his 'nana I would pick him up and we would walk up and down the corridor, but being such a small corridor I would only be able to take about five steps before turning around and coming back.
At one point on this little walkie walkie trip a bored looking male companion picked up my trash mag and started reading it. Once Peanut was settled and back in the pram I went to take the mag off him and he pulled it back saying "I'm reading this!!!". My response was to snatch it off him and say "I PAID for this!!!". The pregnoid that was with him gave me a thin smile and tugged on her companions arm in disgust.
After the two hours we went back to M34tb4LL's work to do a car swap (he had taken mine to work that morning) and we went home. I think the next time I fed Peanut I must have given him a sugar rush because he was hyper bunny for the rest of the day.
The week after the blood test we had to go back to the hospital to get the results. I did not take the pram this time, just the baby torture device.
- Moment to clarify -
Baby torture device (or BTD) is a baby carrier thingy that one straps on their front and the baby is snug and safe in this. The reason it is called a torture device is that the bubs is strapped in and can not escape and most of the time has not choice but to fall asleep, whether he wants to or not. It is the whole close contact, heartbeat, security thing.
- Back to it -
So after sitting around for an hour waiting for our turn we went into a consulting room to get the test results. The dietitian woman first looked at the original reads and told me with the levels that I had given they would expect me to have ended up with type 2 straight away. She then looked at my file and seemed surprised that i did not end up being given insulin shots, which is what someone with my level might have expected. She was also more surprised that Peanut was born two weeks late and did not end up being the size of a mallee bull. I asked her if stress played a part in the original test and she said it sure did, well the circumstances that had preceded that test - had left me a little stressed!!!
So the good news is the level after the first hour was about 1.5 lower than the preferred read and after the second hour I was 2 lower than what they would like to see. So I have not only been given the all clear at this stage, I am also giving levels that they can not call close to borderline.
Oh, forgot to mention, the sickly sweet drink was green this time. Tasted the same - but bright green - a little disturbing really.
(: Reggie
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