The craziness of managing Diabetes in a child. An all and only about Type 1 Diabetes x's two in our house.
I'm not the depressed, obsessed, controlling, nagging, angry, and complaining person that this blog reflects. This blog is where I leave my daily Diabetes frustrations and move on. I do hope I can help others like us by voicing these feelings and being honest, helping you know you are not alone!
23 looks different than the spelled word TWENTY THREE doesn't it? In fact, 23 looks like a freaking HEART ATTACK on that little pink meter dont ya think?
The morning started very typical today. Maddison was around 80 at 4am so I had her sip some juice. We have done this sipping game a million times, bumping her up just a tad to a safer range until she was to wake up for the day.
Things got a little complicated for me this morning with spilled coffee, a barking puppy and a meowing kitten chasing after the barking puppy. So, I didnt check Maddison when I woke up at 530 as I normally would. Seeing that 23 pop up on the meter an hour later stopped my heart, I mean, I really think my heart stopped beating for just a moment. I instantly cursed myself out load because HAD I ONLY checked her an hour before! ONE TIME you cannot let this freaking disease go without constant attention!!
With lightening speed I threw open the bedside table, asking Maddison if she felt ok. "Yes mom, why? What am I?" she said. Her voice was music to my ears. There are no words to explain what you are thinking and feeling at this moment while you are pleading with God to PLEASE just let her be able to drink the juice!! I was confused. I grabbed the glucose tabs wondering how Maddison was able to talk with a 23 blood sugar. I yelled for Hannah to get the sugar gel while I fumbled for the glucagon, meter, and test strip. I just kept talking to Maddison. I dont even know what I was saying. Recheck showed a 154. Excuse my language....but SCREW YOU STUPID METER!! False alarm. Another recheck showed 158.
Then, I could breathe. I can see how the false highs happen when checking your sugar. But false lows....like a TWENTY FREAKING THREE!!?? 23. TWENTY THREE. 23!!??? Stupid freaking meter. You can bet I climbed in bed and held Maddison tightly. She giggled at me. Im glad she thought it was funny.