Friday, April 15, 2011

"Ducking Fiabetes" doesn't quite cover it.

When you've had a child with diabetes for enough of a length of time, you begin to realize something....every Parent of a Diabetic Child is going to have a moment when "ducking fiabetes" just doesn't quite cover the situation.  We've had one of those moments tonight.  Lately, Lily's blood sugars have been dropping a bit just after bedtime snack.  So I've been backing off on the insulin before we put her to bed.  Tonight, I didn't back off nearly enough.  My husband and I put the kids to bed.  We have a regular routine where he reads to Lily and tucks her in while I read to Leo and tuck him in.  Once Leo has drifted off, I leave him sleeping and pop into Lily's room for a few minutes of snuggling before letting her drift off to sleep too.  Usually, we spend a couple of hours decompressing in our own ways and in our own spaces.  Tonight, we decided to watch a movie together.  About an hour into it, he got a call from a friend.  The movie was put on pause and while he was finishing up his call, I ran up to check Lily's blood sugar.  For snack tonight, she had a five huge strawberries and half a cup of milk.  I only covered 10 grams.  I expected a high number.  I got a 2 followed by a 4.  A fucking 24.  I'm not a swearer.  Very rarely will I do it.  But, here, it just seems appropriate.  I have never seen a blood sugar that low for Lily.  And it's been ages since I've seen one like that for me.  They suck.  They more than suck.  There is nothing in diabetes that sucks quite like having your child register in at 24.  I got a full juice box into Lily.  27 grams of carbohydrates in that full juice box.  She slowly rose.  40.....65.....84....95.  I thought she'd be safe and good at that point.  We finished watching the last hour of the movie.  I came back to check on Lily again.  82.  How in the hell can 27 grams of carbohydrates only raise her 50 points when it would normally send her orbiting in the upper levels of the blood sugar spectrum?  I've gotten another 1/3 of a juice box into her and am now waiting the 15 minutes for the recheck.  You know what I wish I had?  I wish I had a punching bag.  I could decorate it with various diabetes-related pictures and words and spend these 15-minute-waits giving in to my urge to pound on diabetes.  Fucking diabetes!

8 comments:

  1. Lows like that are SO awful! You're right -- they more than suck!!! Especially at night! I hope you saw a better number at your 15-minute check and then again throughout the rest of the night!

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  2. (((HUGS))) You are appropriate to curse in this situation. I have a lower threshold, but this seems an appropriate time for a "non-cursor" such as yourself.

    I hope Lily's night was more stable after you got her number up.

    Love you.

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  3. Wow, a low that low definitely warrants some cursing. Thank goodness she was able to drink and it came back up. I'm thinking we all need a punching bag lately!

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  4. ugh, hope all went well the rest of the night.

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  5. Poor Lily! I hope she rebounded nicely. Lows are weighing heavy on my heart today. I posted "Feeling Lows" today to let everyone experience what a low feels like, through my personal experience.

    I hope you both were able to get some sleep!

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  6. UGH!! Such a scary number. I hate lows!!!

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  7. Sometimes the only thing that can adequately put into perspective the way D makes us feel sometimes is the f-word! No judgement here!
    We have been lucky that Bean has always come up with juice and have gotten a bit lax with the 15 minute retest, but because of so many posts I've read about kiddos not responding well when low, we've made it a point to be better at it!
    I think you have a great idea for a D-mom workout DVD...the low punching bag! It would make millions!! :)

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  8. I always pray as I wait those seconds for the meter to register the number that we won't be low. That 24 would totally freak me out, too. Sorry. Sounds scary.

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