"Hey Mom, I think I'm low!"

So he tells me he wants an ice pop, so I told him to get his "tester" to test himself. (So proud of him that he takes charge and tests himself now!!!) Then he decides to play a little more first. "Not a problem," I told him, "Just test yourself when you're ready to eat one." "K mom!" he yells as his voice trails off while running to play outside.

So, there I am 20 minutes or so later outside chatting with neighbors when I guess Jimmy wanted the ice pop, tested himself and said quite casually, "Hey Mom, I think I'm low." Just like that!!!!! - just as if he was tellig me that the sky was blue or the grass was green - - I've got sirens and alarms going off in my head, and he's not got a care in the world... Maybe he was wrong - I was certain he read the meter upside down. He told me that he was a 61. I was sure that he meant a 91 - he couldn't be a 61!!! Right???

Well, he was!!! Yikes!!! Quick - get the juice!!! All he was concerned about was that he still be able to eat the ice pop (which are only 5 carbs each - not enough to bring his blood glucose number up...) Poor kid.

He has been so good about it all lately, but he seems to be getting "tired" of the shots and gives me such a hard in the mornings now... I might look into a "numbing" lotion to see if that could be a solution. I'll keep you posted.
Peace,
June

Skittles at 4 a.m.

We had skittles at 4a.m. this morning... Evidently the cvs emergency glucose gel is gross!!! We tried it and he cried that it made his mouth itchy (code for he won't eat it) He was too lethargic to drink juice, so we ran to get our emergency bag of skittles...

Let me back up to midnight -- he was at a 200, so I was confident he'd be fine for the night... I found out he was low when a car drove by my house (we live on a dead end, so rarely does a car come down in the middle of the night). It woke me up when everyone's sensor light went on, so I had to get up and check that all was good on the block...Thank goodness I got up! That's when I heard him do a strange snore type sound... I went in to check, and his eyes were a sliver open - quite eerie. I checked his blood and thought I had the meter upside down when it read 60.

So, he refused the gel, wouldn't drink the juice, but somehow got up enough energy to munch on some skittles. Nothing better than candy in the middle of the night when you're too tired to brush your teeth!!!!!

It's 9a.m. now and he's at a 144 still sound asleep!
Still wondering why that car drove down my block... It wasn't the newspaper delivery person, since no one had their papers when I looked out. Was it Jimmy's guardian angel trying to wake me up to tend to him? My kids do have a few of them up there, I'm sure!
Peace,
June

A Poem

Found the most beautiful poem from "Doug" on a website called Diabetes Poetry Room. I just think of Jimmy in place of the little girl... It's called:
My Angel
I tucked her in bed asking "How could this be?"
My beautiful daughter has come down with 'D'.
I kept asking myself "Why, what did she do?"
My sweet little girl had just turned age 2.
As she lay there asleep in her little soft bed,
I offered all that I could to have her 'D' instead.
So young and so small, and so full of life,
It's not fair that this happened to my little one's life.
At night I'm alone, my thoughts are on her,
Since 'D' came to stay, our life's been a blur.
I do all that I can to help her understand why,
When I poke her small body, we both start to cry.
Her numbers go low, her numbers go high,
We do everything right, and still I ask "Why?"
Some days it's so hard to just rest for awhile,
Then I realize the gift in my little girl's smile.
I think towards the future, and how she will be,
Will she be happy, will she marry, will she have a baby?
I try not to worry; I give her my best,
When my baby grows up, she will handle the rest.
I do all that I can to relieve all her strife,
She's my baby, my angel; I would give up my life.
I know I have done everything I could try,
But always I wonder "My baby, why?"
It's 20 years later; I stand by the rail,
Tears stream from my eyes as strong hands lift her veil.
My baby is grown, this small one I carried,
I cry deep inside as my baby gets married.
My daughter is grown; she's happy and smart,
She lives life to the fullest, despite the 'D' part.
As they both leave the church, she whispers to me,
I love you so much, we both beat my 'D'.
Gary2000