Our First 49ers Game and Bringing Diabetic Supplies 

Although Matt and I have been San Francisco 49ers fans for a long time, and they have played in Santa Clara, a city very near to us for years, neither of us had been to a 49ers game until last Saturday. We had originally had plans with another friend to be in another town that day and when that friend was no longer available due to an unexpected schedule conflict, we decided it would be fun to go to the game, the last weekend preseason game of the year. As we often do for events, we took Lightrail to get there. It is a good thing we were on an early stop as it filled quickly and may would have been uncomfortable for me to stand in the moving vehicle.

While on Lightrail, I noticed a gentleman wearing this shirt, so I complimented him on it and thanked him for his service to our country.

Though we have two clear regulation 49ers bags you can bring into the stadium, we were unable to find them. Since the last event we attended at Levi’s Stadium was Wrestlemania, it’s possible they are with our stored Wrestlemania memory items. So I improvised and put the items I need for my Gestational Diabetes into a Ziploc bag. Not wanting anything to be confiscated, I also included my prescriptions, and even photo filled instruction booklets for some of the items.

I wasn’t sure how thorough of a search the bag or I would be put through. When we got to the search station, I explained I was a diabetic (I wasn’t sure the guard would know what Gestational Diabetes is, so I didn’t get into that detail) and that these were medical supplies. Not only did he not go through the bag, he didn’t even pick it up after that. So we were then on our way inside.

We were so excited to be there for our date night.

As it was only a preseason game, we were able to get great tickets on game day just a few hours before the game and had a great view of the field.

We really liked the fire that accompanied the entrance of the 49ers onto the field.

With great seats I paid extra attention to the opening number.

Including dance numbers by the cheerleading squad, The Gold Rush.

Although I was excited to go I was also a little nervous about taking in my supplies and the fact that I’d have to not only find food that was OK to eat with gestational diabetes, I’d have to take a blood glucose rating and inject myself with my nighttime dosage of insulin. I had a beef brisket sandwich with small potato. Ironically I chose it over the BBQ chicken as my guess was there would not be BBQ sauce on it, but there was. While I easily and sneakily took my glucose reading, I’m positive no one saw me even my seatmates, it was higher than my dinner reading number should have been, most likely due to sugar in the BBQ sauce.

The seats at the stadium are not wide, so I had to turn a bit and have Matt move a bit to get to the spot to inject the Humulin brand insulin. Still I was able to do it with little fuss and as far as I know, no one else saw me do it. While I don’t think it would have been a problem had someone seen, I was grateful I didn’t have to explain this to a security guard or other official in case someone thought I was taking something dangerous and/or illegal.

Though the 49ers were beaten badly, I greatly enjoyed the game especially seeing them rally to score one final touchdown in the 4th quarter. This game has really helped me realize that going out to events even with Gestational Diabetes is definitely doable for me.

~ Danielle

Author: Over40FirstTimeMom.com

45 year old mother to our infant son, William, with my husband, Matt. We live in California with our mischievous cat, Inky. I love our local sports teams (Go Giants! Go Sharks!), photography, the beach, WWE, reading and now spending lots of time as a family with one kid and one cat.

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