Pacifiers and Insulin

Yesterday Cole had to have some dental work done.  It required him to be partially sedated.  Nothing to eat or drink after midnight until after his appointment which was scheduled for 7:45am.  Sounds easy enough, right? Try throwing Type 1 Diabetes into the mix.  This requires a lot more thought and a lot less sleep.  For those that don't know, if Cole's blood sugar drops below 70 we have to treat by giving juice, candy, fruit (something that will get his blood sugar up).  If we do not get his blood sugar up, he could have a seizure, go unconscious, or even die.   So what does that mean when he has procedures done that requires no food or drink?  Well it can be a bit tricky.  Usually we try to run his numbers a bit higher than we would.  We can do this by reducing his basal rate (the amount of insulin he gets continuously) or we can reduce his bolus for his dinner meal (insulin he gets per carb consumed).  So Sunday night I kind of skimped him on some insulin for his din

Recently we traveled to San Antonio, Texas during Spring Break.  We started off our journey by trying to find a parking spot in all the craziness.  We found a parking garage that was a short walk to the River Walk.  We parked and I decided Cole's pump site seemed bad.  He kept creeping higher and higher according to Dexcom.  I decided to change his site before we started our walk to the River Walk.  After changing it I checked his finger and realized his Dexcom had been really off.  I checked to see if it would give a correction because he was still 200 (just not the 280 the dexcom had said). The meter said I had exactly enough insulin on board to get him down to our target blood glucose. So I did not administer any extra insulin. We began our short walk and arrived on the River Walk.  The lines for eating were long as you can imagine it was Spring Break.  We walked up and down the River Walk a few minutes before deciding to head back to where we started, to eat at Dick's (a

I can't believe it's been 5 years. I can't believe he is 6 now. 5 years ago today, I woke up and made Cole breakfast, which he refused to eat. 5 years ago I gave him 2 breathing treatments at home which didn't seem to help him breath any easier. 5 years ago I took him to the doctor. 5 years ago I learned that his blood sugar was super high (482 at the doctor's office). 5 years ago I learned that his ketone levels had sky rocketed and he was in DKA. 5 years ago I held h is limp body in my arms as they poked him numerous times in attempts to get 2 IVs started in him. 5 years ago we received the diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes. 5 years ago I learned that I will forever have to give my little baby shots (or use an insulin pump) for him to stay alive. 5 years ago I learned that his poor little fingers will be poked 5-10 times every day. 5 years ago I learned that I will have to count the carbs of everything he eats. 5 years ago I learned that I will have to worry about his

In a few days it will be Cole's 5 year diaversary.  A diaversary is the anniversary of someone being diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.  I still can't believe my little 6 year old will have had this incurable disease for 5 years. With the upcoming diaversary, Cole and I decided to share his diagnosis story.  Cole was only 13 months old and does not remember any of it, just what we tell him.  I am glad he has no memory of it.  By the time we got to the hospital his little body was lifeless in my arms.  He was not in a diabetic coma but he was pretty out of it.  Which worked in his favor I guess since it took so many pokes to get his 2 IVs started.  Anyhow, check out his story by clicking the link below. Type 1 Diagnosis Story