We've been trying to stay so focused around here on C's blood sugar numbers - trying to keep her averages down so when we go in for her endo appointment next month, that tricky A1c number will be lower. And, all things considered, I feel like we've done a good job the last couple months.
Then came Saturday night. We had In-n-Out for dinner and she got bolused what we normally do for this family-favorite meal. But, by (our) bedtime at 11:oo pm, she clocked in at a whopping 327. Now, that was strange, because we can usually gage that meal pretty darn well. I corrected her number and set my alarm for 1:00 am...just to make certain she's coming down.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I fumble for the clock. I gather C's meter and head down our squeaky hallway. (Why, in 12 years, we've never fixed this? I don't know.) I test her. 387?! Ug and double ug. I check out her last sight change. That's right...it was just the day before. I check the tubing...looks fine. I check the infusion site itself. Everything appears fine. I correct her number again. Back down the squeaky hall. Back in bed. Alarm set for 2:45.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 2:45 am. Rinse and repeat. 307! Something's definitely not right. At this point I should have really gotten ye olde syringes out and dosed her that way. But I could not even think straight. I corrected her and set my alarm once again.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 4 in the morning. The sky was starting to lighten up already. Squeak, squeak, down the hall I went. 307?! I shook myself awake. Must change sight, I thought. I raced downstairs and prepared the new reservoir. Back upstairs with prep wipes and new infusion set. I turned C over and proceeded with our ritual. Now, I was fully awake. I was mad at myself for not changing it sooner. My little girl. She didn't even flinch. She rolled right back over and fell asleep again.
Well, I set the alarm again. This time - 5:30 am. After the beep beep beeps, I nudged Dan. "Can you please check her?"
When he returned, he told me she was at 185. Finally coming down. I took a deep breath. And then another. All I could do was lay there and think about how much I hate this disease. Was it the infusion set? Was it the burger and fries? Who knows! I could go on and write about the scary low of 50 she had about 5 hours later...but I'll save that for another time.