We started our morning with pancakes. He started his day at 81 which is great. However, going to school, I wasn't sure how much insulin to give him to go with the pancakes when he was already under 100. I knew that I didn't give him enough insulin and planned to give him more at school to be safe.
Then I couldn't find my car keys. I still can't find my car keys. This delayed me. My husband finally came back home and gave me his key for my car. I packed up the baby and headed to my son's school to check him. By now, the teacher was texting me that his cgm was alerting that his blood sugar levels were going up. I figured.
When I arrived at school, His meter said he was 540!!
I quick gave him a lot of insulin. I even rounded up a bit because he had started to eat a cracker before we knew he was that high. But then he didn't want to eat and he was just thirsty. Of course.
I went and got him a water bottle and let him drink that. Then I waited and checked him in a bit and he was already down to 440. I left and went to check on my daughter with diabetes and then came back to see how he was doing. He was now down to 330 and still had a lot of insulin on board.
Now I was worried. It was great he was coming down but he was coming down really fast and I couldn't leave him. I quick took my baby to my mom, so he could play, and then I headed back to my son. By the time I rechecked him, he was now 179.
He still didn't want to eat anything so now I was just worried he was going to go low at some point.
I hung out while he cycled through the centers in the classroom. I learned about needs vs wants and some history lessons about how people used to get their food and water.
I had watched the clock move slowly while waiting and finally it was lunch time.
He was 97 heading out to lunch and I sat with him at the picnic table. What I had been waiting for, finally happened. He began to yawn as he took bites of his apple and then laid his head down on the picnic table. Another student came over and asked how he was doing. When I checked him, he was 55. and still going down.
I gave him a juice and meanwhile, he slumped down on the ground and laid his head on the bench. I kept talking to him and got him to drink another juice. He still acted low and ravenous. I rechecked him and his meter said 79 yet he still acted low. My mom had given me a jar of frosting, just in case. He wanted some. So I let him eat some and pretty soon he was just eating from the jar, unaware of anything going on around him. He had frosting all over his chin and cheeks and shirt. I checked him again and he was now 90. I took the frosting and told him that he was okay now. He ate a little of his lunch and then lunch was over. It was time to line up.
He was now okay.
I was ready for a giant vanilla latte.
The book we read last night that inspired the pancakes, that lead to not enough insulin, that lead to too much insulin, that lead to a low low, that lead to lots of frosting and juice, that lead to an emotionally exhausted mama...can you guess?
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