Pacifiers and Insulin

Recap of my night: 5:00pm - Came home from work with Cole, whose blood sugar was in the low 200s. 6:00pm - Went for pizza (that’s right I fed my diabetic child pizza – which his loves) – we were supposed to meet for a diabetic club meeting but we were the only ones there.   Blood sugar of 189 – started correction and dosed for 15 carbs Cole wanted a brownie – so I gave him one Cole wanted a cinnamon stick so I gave him a small one Cole wanted another brownie – I said no Cole wanted another cinnamon stick – I said “I don’t think so” so he grabbed one off my plate and looked at me like “please mom can I eat it” so I gave in and said go ahead (hey don’t judge – he’s diabetic that doesn’t mean he can’t eat this stuff it just means he needs insulin for it- plus as if I feel I need to justify myself, he had a rough time in the past month , 2 ear infections, hand foot and mouth virus, and whatever the new thing is he

I sit here at 11:15pm on the day before mother’s day staring at my only child’s blood sugar monitor while I should be sleeping.   The reading is 110.   I have watched it slowly go up in the past 20 minutes from 107.   I don’t want to wake him to give him juice, as there is hope that I do not need to disrupt his sleep in order to jack his blood sugar up enough to make me feel comfortable to sleep.   So I will sit here a little while longer watching to make sure he’s trending upwards and does not start dropping again.   111 is the new reading… seems to be promising. This is my life now.   Watching, waiting and making sure he is ok.   Yes I know every parent watches their child to make sure they are ok, but I watch to make sure his numbers don’t drop significantly in his sleep causing him to die.   I watch to make sure his numbers don’t stay so high for so long that it causes significant organ damage when he gets older.   Just recently a 15 year old type 1 diabetic passed away in her