A Different Perspective


Let’s take a different perspective shall we? But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Aaron Campbell, and I am Tristin’s husband. I have been with Tristin for over 8 years now, and married for almost 3½ of those years. Let me say what a ride it has been. I am posting this without Tristin knowing (surprise sweetie!), as she deserves a bit of credit.

Let me start by talking about Tristin. Tristin is the most wonderful person I have ever known. I know it may be a bit cliché, but I have liked Tristin since the night I met her. Something about her stood out at the time, and that feeling has never changed.

Tristin is caring, loving, smart, diligent, resilient, independent, supportive, accepting, patient, and a bit strong willed at times. All of these amazing characteristics encompass my love for her. I think the two that stand out to me the most is caring and loving. When Tristin really cares about something or someone, she tends to immerse herself in those relationships, and makes those things or people feel truly important. This is how I felt after we met and started dating, as she embraced our relationship and really made me feel special as a person and as her boyfriend. Today is no different. Tristin loves me for me, from my faults to my strengths. She makes me truly honored to be her Husband, and I try every day to show her how special it is to me.

Being the husband of a T1D, and now pregnant wife is not always a cake walk. The constant stress of high blood sugars along with the emotional magnification of being pregnant sometimes gets a bit overwhelming. But no matter how hard it gets, I wouldn’t change it for the world. One characteristic I have learned to embrace even more since Tristin has been diagnosed with T1D, and more now that she is pregnant, is support.

Being supportive of Tristin and her endeavors in life have always been a goal of mine, and something I pride myself on. I encourage her to do great things, to try something new, and to just to do things that make her happy. With T1D it was a bit of an adjustment learning alongside her about what and what not to eat, how her pump works, how to change her insulin out, and how to basically adjust to a new lifestyle. Being supportive in her T1D adventure has also made me healthier. I eat better and walk more making it an all-around good thing for both of us.

As with T1D, being supportive during the pregnancy is equally important. Reading the baby books, researching endless items for the registry, going to the birthing classes (including the breastfeeding one where I was the only husband there), attending the ultrasounds, and just being there for anything she needs.

Tristin never ceases to amaze me, and I am truly thankful and honored to be her husband, best friend, and support system. We have had a whirlwind of events the past 10 months, but together we have gotten through it. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us, but as for me I will keep being there for her through T1D, pregnancy, and beyond. I wouldn’t expect anything less from myself, because as I said before, she deserves it.

Save the Date


So, when are you due? This is the question I am asked all day everyday, especially the more prominent I begin to show. Although I knew my due date, November 26th, I didn’t know quite how to answer this simple question.

I knew I would be induced before this time, but I wasn’t sure when. My fetal medicine doctor projected it to be when I was around 38 to 39 weeks, but it still wasn’t confirmed. So, I usually just told people mid-November. Well, I finally got my answer.

Last week at my gynecologist appointment where the usual weekly protocol was taking place; ultrasound, belly and weight measurement, blood pressure check, protein urine test, etc. I was asked the most unusual question. “When would you like your due date to be?” Sure, I was expecting the now standard shakedown, “How is your blood sugar doing?” “Has your blood work come back yet?” “When was your last endocrinologist appointment?” However, this question was far from my radar.

After careful deliberation, we finally settled on the dates November 15th or 16th depending on my state and the hospital. Now, you all probably might be wondering what the process will be, when do I need to be at the hospital, will it be a natural birth or C-section, what will the timing be like for an induction birth and so forth.

Well, unfortunately I have my own speculations, but I can’t answer any of those for you yet. The truth is, I was so dumbfounded a date had been scheduled for my baby to be delivered, everything else just went out the window. The whole rest of the appointment I was in such a trance of wrapping my head around the fact my baby now has a due date all else was lost.

All I kept thinking was those notes on the signs of labor and when to go to the hospital are things I no longer have to worry about, unless I am early. I can just arrive at the hospital with a goodnight’s rest under my belt, thoughtfully packed hospital bag in hand and ask to be directed to my room. Well, that is how I picture it in my fairytale head anyways.

However, I can answer confidently now, “Yes, she will be coming out, and it will be either November 15th or 16th.”

Ups and Downs


Like the mountains in Colorado, so goes my blood sugar.

It’s 10 p.m., and I’m doing my nightly blood sugar check. The glucose monitor reads 118 mg/dl, and I plug it into my Dexcom. Perfect! I can sleep soundly tonight knowing I am sure to not have any annoying high blood sugar alarms go off on my phone and be smooth sailing until the morning. I wake up at 6:30 a.m. the next morning to have my Dexcom read a lovely 120 mg/dl blood sugar level. Yes! I happily double-check it with my glucose meter to find an alarming 177 mg/dl! What a pleasant morning surprise…

I then proceed to spend the next few hours drowning myself in insulin and water to lower my blood sugar. I’m now 30 weeks into my pregnancy and things are getting tough.

I do not recommend this at all, but over bolusing or giving myself a shit ton of more insulin through my pump than is recommended is a constant. If I eat 35 grams of carbs for lunch, I calculate into my pump 75 grams. Even a nice healthy salad is worth 60 grams of carbs according to my new calculations.

Trust me, I hear the all knowing voices now, “Talk to your endocrinologist and adjust your pump settings.” But, sometimes you feel like your just fighting a losing battle. In the past couple of weeks, my body has become so sensitive to everything I consume, my blood sugar chart looks like a rocket going into orbit after every meal.

It also doesn’t help the further along in your pregnancy you are the more insulin resistant you become. The doctor warned me this phenomenon would happen and to be prepared to start taking double the amount of insulin. However, they do not tell you in lieu of this new adjustment, you will also want to eat everything in sight as well. A great combination…

Right now as I sit in my favorite coffee shop, I can smell the aroma of cooked bacon and sausage in the air. French toast and pancakes are on the griddle, and in my line of vision are warm and gooey cinnamon rolls and hot muffins. I might need to rethink a new favorite hang out.

I’m almost to the finish line, but boy is this tough sometimes.