This is how conversations go in my house.
"how are you doing?"
"I'm low, I'm high, I'm 132, 279, too high to read...."
So many of our conversations revolve around numbers, or food, or plans on how to handle an afternoon run, or a sleepover, or if her number is good enough to go to bed with.
"did you bolus for that?"
"did you eat enough carbs?"
"did you wash your hands before you checked?"
"did you pack enough supplies?"
"is your pump charged?"
It's a wonder she's able to focus on anything else. Yet she does. I'm pretty sure it's all background noise to her and she worries about these things far less than we do. Which is perfectly fine for me. Think back to when you were 9, 10, 11. Can you even begin to imagine having to be responsible for something so fragile and important? What did we have to worry about? What was on TV? What we were going to wear to school tomorrow? Whether or not we'd get what we wanted for Christmas?
It boggles my mind how she handles it all. Usually seamlessly but once in a while it all comes crashing down. The text came in while driving home from the grocery store this morning. She slept at a friend's house and I sent two extra pump sites just in case. Pump site 1 & 2 failed last night and pump site 3 fell off during the night.
The results? Blood sugar too high to read, large ketones, and one very sick and disappointed little girl who had to cut her sleepover short to take care of very grown up matters.Two miserable hours later, half a dozen finger sticks, and water, water, and more water and she's finally starting to bounce back. By this afternoon she'll be good as new and won't give this another thought. For me, just one more reason to cringe the next time she gets a sleepover invite. Will I let her go? Absolutely! She has diabetes but I will not let diabetes have her.
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