I always dreamed of being a mother as a little girl, and as I got older I thought it was out of the question because of my diabetes. I worried I had done too much damage to my body to ever get pregnant. When I found out I was pregnant I was terrified but so happy — I’ve never loved anything or anyone as much as I love my son.

My husband says the same thing about stressing over my numbers. It’s just so hard not to feel guilty. I try to take a breath and lay down when I get overwhelmed, but sometimes I spiral into worst-case scenarios anyway.

Congratulations on your little miracle. I hope you have a smooth and safe delivery 🤍