Yesterday was a crazy, LOOOOONG day and for some it was fricken Hysterical .
We had our Telus walk to cure diabetes this Sunday. This year I put my efforts into raising funds for my 23 year old cousins Cystic Fibrosis team which was 2 weeks before our JDRF walk. I also volunteered to work our JDRF Outreach table during the walk trying to meet new people and get the news out about our upcoming family events. So this year we did not get the whole team together...it was just the 8 of us...not a bad size team if I do say so myself.
It was a great day, the kids had a blast and my husband and I were both happy that we made it out to the walk. I started my day at 5:30am so by 1:00am in the hot, hot sun I was SPENT. Chris and I spent the rest of our day with revolving naps...we could not believe how tried we were from our day and were counting down the minutes until bedtime for the kids.
With all the activity Cara had in the day, the walk then playing all afternoon with Kylie and her friend I was on D momma alert with bedtime blood sugars...needless to say I was planning on fighting lows all night and luckily with all the naps I had, I was READY to fight the lows ALL night.
I checked Cara's bg at 12:00am and ding, ding, ding...a 6.0mmols, perfect! But crap, with all that activity in the day...here we go, let the T1 mind games begin! 6.0 is perfect for a normal day but it might not be so perfect for a child that has been running around all day long. However 3 nights prior we tweaked our over night basal perfectly and I know that without that activity she would be holding steady at 6 through the whole night. I don't want to spike her too high however and I don't want her dropping low in the night either. UGH! you pick the wrong one and it could mean disaster for your child. I went with the option that I NEVER feel comfortable choosing...I just reduced her basal. Usually I feel much more comfortable sending her a little high in the night with some sugar then risking a low but tonight I was feeling very confidant with her basal at a 60% reduction and I set an alarm for an hour. I figured I would just see where her blood sugar went within that hour and make my call then to add a little sugar.
However before my 1am alarm went off I heard a door opening, it was Cody (3), who very rarely gets up in the night. "Cody?" I said "whatcha doing?" With the most whining voice he proceeded to tell me he had poop stuck to his hand. What? What is stuck to your hand? as I walked a little closer...YEP! he had a great big hunk of poop in his hand. I kinda giggled...really not know what the hell was going on and with my arms stretched out as far as possible I picked him up and ran into my bathroom making sure not to drop the poop. I cleaned him up and headed into his room just imagining the HUGE poop mess I was heading into. Funny thing is... NO MESS he literally shit in his hands and run to my room...a good thing...I guess??
Since I was up I figured WHY NOT CHECK THE DIABETIC? and 5.9mmols, nice. I felt good about that and knowing the 2am alarm was up next I raced back to sleep. 2am check came and I was NOT GETTING UP (sometimes my brain just shuts that damn alarm out and I sleep right through it) Luckily my husband was there to pick up the slack...maybe he felt bad that he did not even bother to move a muscle with the whole poop in hand situation so he did not wake me.
I heard him in my sleeping haze walking back into the room "Nic, Nic look" showing me the meter with a number on it. As I fought to open my eyes and focus on the number I read 0.6mmols. In that split second my stomach fell out and a vomitty feeling took over, my heart started beating out of my chest, I refocused and read out-loud 0.6mmols as I literally threw my myself out of bed (as my husband says "like a great big jack in the box" my JACK-of-a-husband with a giggled grabbed me "No, No Nic she is fine" She is really 5.7mmols. WHAT? to the WHAT? still holding me down..."she is fine, she is 5.7mmols".
He went on to tell me a really "FUNNY" story about how he went to check her and the strip just did not want to suck up the blood, he "hilariously" tried over and over touching the strip onto Cara's bleeding finger but it just would not work. So he "Amusingly" placed the meter down to grab another strip and BEEP a "Hysterical"0.6mmols. "Gut Bustingly" he quickly retest and 5.9mmols. And instead of just coming into the room and telling me the whole CrAzY story he "Thigh Slappingly" decide to "Comically" scare the LIVING CRAP out of me with a fake bg reading of 0.6mmols.
WHO IN THE HELL DOES THAT TO SOMEONE?!?! Seriously who?
He is lucky he is alive...just saying!
#didn'tknowbgmeterreadthatlow...now we know!