Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Wendy at life with the Coppers you have some competition.
Recently Wendy awarded herself the most distinguished and coveted award for worst D mom, however she had an very unfair advantage THERE WERE NO OTHER NOMINEES.
So today I realized I would have to throw my hat into this category.
Vote Nicole for the worst D mom award.
It all started one snowy early morning, Nicole and her hubby where sound asleep in their bed when all of a sudden they heard a little voice. It was their son Connor telling them to "wake up, wez gowing to be yate for sqool" Yes they had forgotten to set the alarm. They jumped out of bed, well her husband did, Nicole more or less lazily groaned "maybe it will be a snow day" "there is no snow on the ground" her husband replied "get up"! As she very slowly rolled out of bed, almost falling over on her left pajama pant leg she gathered herself and said "ok we can do this".
There was just enough time to eat breakfast, make lunches, get dressed, brush teeth and hair and send the kids out the door to get the bus.
"WOW we did it", Nicole and her husband looked at each other in amazement.
The day processed without a hitch, quiet a nice, and simple day. Pepe (Nicole's dad) came over to bring Kylie to the bus stop and pick Cara up from the bus. On returning to the house Nicole looked at Cara's meter and it read:
7:22am (breakfast) 7.9 (142.2)
9:34am (snack time at school) 21.3 (383.4)
10:29am (bus time at school) 27.1 (487.4)
11:36am (home from school & lunch) 28.4 (511.2)
Wow Nicole thought that is weird, I wonder what happened?? and she began to think of the "person" responsible for these crazy numbers.
Was it the teacher, she must have let her have a special snack.....NO. Was it her husband, he must have given Cara too many carbs at breakfast.....NO. Was it the nurse, she must have not washed Cara's hands when checking her BG#.....NO. Was it Cara, is she getting sick.....NO.
As Nicole's brain scrambled for more people to blame, she had the most curious feeling. She felt the warmth from her checks which were becoming red, she started to feel the blood rushing threw her veins, heart pumping, panicky OMGosh feeling with a head slamming, heart dropping thought..... it was ME! I forgot to give Cara her insulin at breakfast time.
With this thought brewing in her already confused little brain she tried to replay the events of her rushed morning "did I forget or did I give Cara her insulin at breakfast"? and all at once it became very clear...
"IT WAS ME"!!
There was still some hope, the hope that her husband, the father of her children would have remembered Cara's insulin this morning and therefore she would not be deserving of this nomination for the worst D mom award. After all, they are a team!
Her heart still pumping her hands shaky she dialed his number, the phone rang once then twice then it was official, all hope was lost, Nicole was up the the worst D mom award!
So that is the story,
I Nicole sent my little 4 year old Type 1 diabetic to school without any insulin at breakfast time. This is a school that has no trained individuals to help Cara when things go wrong like this. Since I did not receive a phone call when the nurse checked Cara's blood sugar at snack time when her BG # was already high, they also gave her a snack. I had no idea all morning that I forgot until she came home from school. Poor Cara she must have felt so bad, and her poor body, I hate when she is high!!
I'm not sure where you can cast your votes or when the vote will take place or even if there is anyone else that may be on the nominee list. I do know that I will be working on my acceptance speech vigorously .
And to Wendy, watch out lady you have company!!