Before bed last night, K went quite low (49 mg/dl). Guess we screwed up the dinner dosage, or was it the activity in the yard with her brothers that affected her? Or was it the walk we took after our meal? Then she went inexplicably high by 3AM and then, this morning, woke up much higher than normal. She was insanely high mid-morning at school (300s) - and she did not get her carb snack because of that - so let's see what she is when I pick her up soon (early dismissal Monday).
That was my reality check because I had the good fortune to
go away for a few days with girlfriends
and came back in time to help with dinner last night. Over the weekend, we hiked, we talked a lot,
we napped (well at least I did), we read, we ate well, we played cards… It was great for all of us to get a mothering
break and it was additionally great for me to get a diabetes break. K was in
good care with my husband so I never had to think about her BG. It was extraordinarily liberating, a feeling
I don't have too often. However, it also comes with pangs of guilt. I AM able to escape diabetes management, but my
daughter cannot, ever. It breaks my
heart.
We hope and pray for a cure - and we Walk for a Cure. Please donate if you can. JDRF is our best hope.
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