A night with a Diabetic and a sensor that is going bad....


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 has that’s an autoimmune reaction to his HFM virus)
  • Finish eating, count up his carbs.  It was a total SWAG (scientific wild a@@ guess) – I thought I was guessing low. 
  • 8:00pm - 150 something and dropping when he was getting ready for bed
  • Give him a Reese’s peanut butter cup (holy crap I gave my kid a bunch of junk- I see that now looking back)….. anyhow that is his treat to get peanut butter in him which is protein to help maintain his blood sugar plus it will bump up his blood sugar some
  • 189 at bedtime (mine and Robert’s bedtime not Cole’s)
  • 212 at 2:00am – Robert checks him
  • 4:45am alarm goes off saying low –wake up and check his finger he is 120 – reset alarm and recalibrate pump- now Cole wants to sleep with me, so I put him in our bed
  • 5:00am alarm goes off again – I am still up trying to fall back to sleep for a few minutes before my alarm goes off
  • 5:05am alarm still going off – I refuse to get up because I know he’s fine (and I feel it’s Robert’s turn)
  • 5:10am alarm still going off – thinking to myself – holy crap is Robert deaf – wake up you lazy butt (thoughts were much worse in my head)
  • 5:12am alarm still going off -  thinking maybe I should just get up and check, I am clearly not sleeping- Robert is snoring away.  OMG seriously want to chunk something at Robert but Cole is sleeping in between us.  How can he not hear this alarm!!
  • 5:15am – alarm still going off – Robert finally wakes up and looks around like gee what is going on as I am thinking to myself “sure buddy you were probably fake sleeping hoping I would get up” – Robert checks his finger and goes back to sleep – I roll over and pretend I am still sleeping (not sure what his blood sugar is)
  • 5:30 – lay in bed thinking – Maybe I should see what is blood sugar was.  Internal struggle begins on whether or not I should trust Robert with my child’s life.  I decide to have a little faith
  • 6:10am – Alarm goes crazy – says pump is suspended because Cole is 40.  Immediately lose faith in Robert and kick myself for not getting up and checking
  • 6:15am – Robert checks Cole’s finger.  Blood sugar is 73.  Ok faith restored – feel bad for losing faith so quickly (immediately get over that)
  • 7:00am – head to school/work with Cole

Oh the day and a life of me… good times to be had : )  Tonight we will be changing his sensor!

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