Finally time to move
It’s been a tough time with Gavin being away Mon – Fri working in Scotland and me practically being a single Mum looking after the boys on my own. We don’t have any friends or family locally and so I don’t see any adults at all, other than when I go to the shops etc. To save some money and give Gavin a rest, some weekends he’s staying in Scotland which means going 2 weeks straight on my own with the boys and this is really tough going. Kudos to all the single parents out there that manage to do this day in, day out. I can only hope that you have some family and/or friends to keep you going!
The only adult conversations I have are with my Facebook admin team (thanks girls!) and the occasional phone call with my Mum or sisters. Gavin of course phones or video chats most evenings but we’re both shattered and feeling down as we hate living apart like this.
Originally we were told we would move before Christmas and I won’t bore you with the details, but as with many house moves, things were severely held up and out of our control. To complicate matters we are moving from England to Scotland which means there are differences in laws and regulations and at this point although we have had an offer accepted on a beautiful cottage in Scotland we may be homeless between having to move out of our home in England as the Scottish sale is much further behind.
We have booked packers to pack up the house, as I just can’t get it all done on my own, but at the point of booking them, we still don’t know if the Scottish sale will proceed the day after our English sale and so as you can imagine, not only are we dealing with the normal stress and anxiety of moving, but we have added pressure of just not knowing how this is going to pan out. My blood sugar levels start to reflect my emotional state with a few roller coaster levels.
Changing my care from one Trust to another
Although I turn up to the booking appointment which the East Yorkshire midwifery team have made me (despite them knowing I was moving), I’m informed that it is pointless to book me in. However the midwife tries her best to get the ball rolling for me in Scotland, by finding out how to register my care in my new area and how to get me transferred to consultant care as soon as possible being high risk with the GD.
I’m given contact telephone numbers to call my new midwife and hospital and my GP also writes a letter for my new practice regarding my repeat prescriptions and my situation with the gestational diabetes.
It actually turns out to be an easy transfer from one area to another (much easier than buying and selling houses!)
I’m given a number to call my new midwifery team and she is really helpful and gives me numbers to organise my first scan.
Until the last few days, my blood sugar levels have been pretty stable. But then I guess the stress of it all really impacts and I get my first hypo in this pregnancy and boy do I know it!
I can usually tell when my blood sugar levels are dropping low as I get shaky, hot and sweaty. This hypo brings a new symptom to me that I’ve not experienced before and it’s horrid. My whole mouth and lips start tingling and go numb. It’s like I’ve had an injection in my mouth, like you would be given by the dentist to numb the mouth. I wouldn’t mind so much, but I just can’t shake this symptom.
I usually treat my hypos with a small carton of fruit juice (pure orange juice, apple juice or pineapple juice). I test after 15 mins and as long as my levels raise sufficiently, I then follow up with some oatcakes or a piece of toast to help stabilise my levels and prevent any further spikes or crashes.
With previous hypos, once I treat the hypo and raise my levels sufficiently, the symptoms usually disappear pretty fast. But this tingling and numbness just won’t go and it stays with me for a good hour or so.
My blood sugar levels then seem to take an overall drop, meaning I’m having to eat more frequently and increase my carbs to keep me stable.
‘5 to drive’
The packers have been working away at ours for 2 days and today is the day we say goodbye to our house in Brough (East Yorkshire) and we have to head up to the Scottish Borders.
The removal lorry has gone, we’ve handed in the keys, the kids are sat in my car ready to go and both Gavin and my cars are packed ready to make the 4 hour journey up the road. I test my blood sugar levels only to find not only am I not at the recommended level to drive (5 to drive), I’m actually hypo again, but not experiencing any symptoms this time.
Something tells me this journey is going to be an interesting one!!
I treat the hypo and we head to the shops before we leave to fill the passenger seat of my car with snacks and drinks for me to eat as I drive so that I don’t risk dropping too low again.
I test my blood sugar levels when we stop at services and my levels are pretty low for me, but munching as I drive seems to be keeping me just stable enough to keep them from dropping below 5.0
We stay at the flat that Gavin has been renting since working up in Scotland and prepare for a nervous wait to see if our Scottish sale is going to complete the next day… we hope so! If not we have a Pickfords lorry sat with the entire contents of our house inside and I’m not sure where that lorry will go if we don’t complete?! NIGHTMARE!
Welcome Home Pattys!
My blood sugar levels are still low the following morning as we nervously wait to hear from our solicitor if the sale is going to complete.
At midday we decide to risk it and drive to our new house to see what’s going on and it’s 5 mins before we arrive that we receive the call! The purchase has completed and we can get the keys! Phew!
We had a wonderful removals team, 2 chaps from Glasgow meet the one who drove the lorry up to to Scotland and I won’t bore you with the details of the rest. The important thing is that over 2 days, we unload the lorry and move into our dream home, Holly Tree Cottage 🙂
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