Last night was that ONE night.
The ONE night that is reason I make insulin increases very slowly during the sleeping hours, even though I know it could take FOREVER to get things back in range.
That ONE night that proves all other nights wrong.
That ONE night that doesn't make sense. So, you watch patterns and wait...not making any changes for a few days.
That ONE night that influences your future decisions in managing numbers, even if only in your sub-conscious mind.
There is always that ONE night.
Maddison was 190 heading to bed. Zero insulin active. Every other night lately I've given a correction to bring down the high and she doesn't budge, or, she ends up much higher. Didn't I just blog about this yesterday?
So, last night I was just about to over-ride Maddi's insulin pump suggestion of .475 to be given as a correction, and give an extra .2 as I have been doing many nights for weeks as needed lately.....
But I didn't.
I'm not sure why.
It would have made sense to do so. This night was no different than other nights. I expected numbers to behave the same. I didnt expect the high to budge, but I had to try.
I didn't give that extra insulin.
I have no idea why I reconsidered.
2.5 hours after that correction Maddison was 55.
Another .1 still working to bring her number down even further.
And my heart stopped.
WHY tonight did that same correction amount that didnt budge numbers before cause this low?
What if I did decide to increase that correction earlier? Would I have caused my child's demise? Seriously people. This is the shit that parents of children with Diabetes deal with. Every. Single. Night.
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