At or around 28weeks of my pregnancy my doctor handed me a Lemon flavored drink and told me to chug it. She told me that after I chugged the drink i would have to sit around the office for an hour at which then they would draw my blood. This is called a Glucose screening. This was done to see if I was at a high risk of developing gestational diabetes during my pregnancy. The blood draw was to see how my body processed the glucose after an hour.
Apparently, if your glucose numbers are high after the hour then you are at risk for gestational diabetes. However, this does NOT mean that you have it.
Of course it was just my luck that my numbers came back high by 1 point. 1 FREAKING point!! Ugh.
So my doctor sends me to take the Glucose Tolerance Test. Which is where I get my blood drawn as soon as I get there, then get handed another nasty glucose drink, and get my blood drawn every hour for the next 3 hours! Was not a pleasant experience.
They had me fast overnight so I was starving and thirsty.
Anywho, once again my numbers came back high, and at this point is when I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes.
The diagnosis caused my pregnancy to be considered high risk and landed me in the Maternal Fetal Medicine (MFM) office every week where I would meet with a nurse practitioner.
Some people are able to control their diabetes through diet changes and exercise, others need medicine such at Metformin, and then there are those who require insulin.
Based off my individual situation, my practitioner decided to try and control my diabetes through diet change first.
If your like me, then you probably think that all I had to cut out was sweets. So I was surprised when I was told to cut out things such as watermelon, pineapples, rice, and even certain pastas. Basically everything I craved during my pregnancy I couldn’t have, which was a little depressing I’ll admit. I didn’t much care fore ice cream or chocolate, but my spaghetti? How dare they take that from me lol.
Of course I complied (for the most part) because the risk of something going wrong or possibly losing my baby simply wasn’t worth my plate of pineapples for breakfast.
So every day I would have to prick my fingers an hour after each meal I ate to make sure my sugar levels were being controlled.
For the first 2 weeks everything was going great. All my numbers were within the allowed range I was given. However, when week 3 rolled around, things changed. A few of my numbers would read higher than normal, even though I was eating the same as my previous 2 weeks. I couldn’t understand the sudden the change.
After 2 weeks with slightly higher sugar levels, my practitioner decided she wanted to put me on a medication called Metformin to help regulate my numbers.
Now I know she only had me and my baby’s best interest in mind but I just never been one to like taking medication. Especially while pregnant. Haven’t even taken a Tylenol. Wouldn’t have taken my prenatal if it wasn’t a gummy lol.
I was confused. I knew I didn’t want to take that medication. But I also knew that a possible side effect of uncontrolled diabetes in pregnancy is a stillbirth. Do I go against my gut feeling of not taking the medicine or take it because the risk of declining could be far worst?
Early on in my pregnancy I was told that one of the hardest things about becoming a mother is having to be faced with making decisions for your child and hoping and praying you make the right choice.
This is so true. I took an entire week to think on my decision, not wanting to make the wrong call and cost me my child’s life.
With only 4 weeks left of my pregnancy, I decided that I wasn’t going to take the medicine. Some may call this a very selfish decision or even think i made the wrong choice but I had a very strong gut feeling and I went with it.
I stuck with the diet, and I prayed. My boyfriend supported me 100% so that made things a lot easier as well.
It’s not that I didn’t trust my practitioner. I just trusted myself a little more.
Thankfully, I went on to deliver a healthy, beautiful baby girl. No NICU time or anything.
If presented with the same choice again, I wouldn’t change a thing!
*Of course I want to put out there that my story is mines alone. This is not to encourage people not to listen to doctors, but to encourage people to do their research and be comfortable in whatever they choose. Every person and every situation is different. There is no one size fits all answer. What worked for me may not work for you.*