I can say that…because I was both lazy and stupid yesterday, and what it all rounded up to is a whole lotta extra work.
Yeah, I’m super proud of my poor decision making yesterday!
Hold on a sec, I need to wipe down the dripping sarcasm off my blog.
So the boys woke up today with less than typical numbers. I know I’m going to be a bit of a Braggy McBragerson when I say that normally the boys wake up in the very low 100’s. So when L woke up with a 250, I knew.
I totally knew he needed a set change.
But that little voice whispers in the back of my head. (Meeeeeeri…he has enough insulin to make it until after schooool. Corrrrrect him…and he will be just fiiiiine.)
Yeah, my little voice is creepy like that.
So I believe this little voice. Even though I KNOW that all the boys are past due for their changes. Especially B… he only had 5 units left. I commissioned J to change out B’s reservoir for me, and I apply the set to his bum.
I sent the boys to school. Knowing.
As they were driving away in my mother in laws car, the OTHER voice…the one that knows what the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS it is talking about…well, THAT voice says…you should have changed L’s and J’s sets too. Well, too little too late smart voice!
The first call came at 10:15. L is 425.
Picked him up. Set change on the side of the school parking lot. His cannula had completely wiggled its way out of his tush. It was bent hard against his skin. Blah.
The second call came at 1:30. J has 3 units left…AND, his pump has died. Battery completely dead.
“But isn’t there an extra battery in your school box? We are SO prepared like that! There has to be a battery!”
Yeah. That would be a negatory.
We finally got things settled by dinner time. I made this recipe recommended by a friend…
The boys sugars were brilliant at their 8:30 bedtime. Tiny amounts of insulin on board, but just right if you ask me…
And then 10:00 comes around…
He was dead asleep a half hour before. But something woke him…and he was alerting.
(That is my nice way of showing you my angst.)
The what if’s started flowing freely, along with my tears.
The big miracle of the story is Lawton kinda took December off from alerting. Once the Christmas tree went up, he was like…Oh great! Vacation! And we had lots of family from out of town to visit with…and we were dogsitting for a friend…and we had family staying with us…
But when the tree came down and he still wasn’t alerting, I started to panic.
Last Friday though…LAST FRIDAY…he began alerting again. Just like that.
And there he was last night, in front of me, alerting. Just when I started watching another show. I probably wouldn’t have checked the boys for another half hour.
I feel blessed and frustrated all at once.
The boys woke up with their normal great numbers this morning, and their pumps are full of fresh insulin and their bodies are sporting fresh sets…so I’m ASSUMING that all will be well today.
And as for my bruised ego? And my sad-pathetic-oh-poor-poor-Meri-self…I’m coming out of the fog.
Mostly because I just watched this: