The bounce castle...the hypoglycemia culprit.
From 32 after the bouncer...to 378 after birthday cake. And everywhere in between. Maybe the first sleep-over should have been with 1 or 2 friends not an entire house full of little girls. Live, learn.
The 32 was quite unnerving, especially since it was only about a half hour after the party started! There has only been one lower known number on her meter. I remember a 27, but that was when she was in the hospital at the time of diagnosis. Needless to say, I hung out at the party much of the time.
As all you type 1 parents know, it is quite the guessing game, this diabetes. I thought I had set her up pretty well before the party started. She was around 180. I felt good about it. I knew she was running on excitement and would need the extra "umpf." But, like I wrote above, she crashed to 32 within a half hour.
So after helping her come up to 78, I didn't correct for pizza at all. Two hours later...102. Good call? More like, good guess. The 32 really scared me.
Then came a 230. But they weren't finished with all the games, nail-painting and jacquzzi time, so I left it. Movies and popcorn. (I mean, this party had it all!) Lots of guesstimating. Lots of manual bolusing. I wanted C to be carefree. I hope she felt like that. I certainly did not.
So when all those cute little girls were snuggled down into their sleeping bags, I checked her, yet again. 378. Oh well. A delayed pizza reaction? Bad guess on the cake? Popcorn always sends her sky-rocketing. How about all those things put together? We dealt with it. But I didn't want to correct it entirely. So I half-bolused it. I went home (two doors down) and set my alarm for 1:00 am.
I crept in the house about 1:03 and made my way to C. To my surprise, about 1/2 of the girls still had their eyes open, watching a movie! C was sound asleep. Check...68...ug. Wake her up. Juice box. Waited. 66! Patience. 70. I fumbled in the fridge for some milk. Kisses. Back home. Set the alarm.
At 3:00 am, I repeated the scenario. 195. I could live with that...or rather, I could sleep with that. Back home and back to bed. The party mom was dozing on the couch and I whispered to her, "I'm done. I won't be coming in again until morning...well...until they're all awake! She's 195."
The phone woke me about 7 o'clock. "They're all up!"
When I got there, C checked in at 108. Wonderful! Perfect number to have a donut! In a couple hours, she's home again. Check...101. Whew! We did it, I thought. It felt so good to have her home again.
What a sleep-over.