Well, as you know, the boys have been at my mom and dad’s since Friday afternoon other than a short time on Sunday when they went to a friend’s party (then we took them back to the grandparents). It’s been heavenly. Jason and I have slept in, gone to dinner, watched a few movies, and just had some peace and quiet time together. Today I did some cleaning uninterrupted . . . don’t mind housework so much and project housework like rearranging furniture when I don’t have to stop and be cook or referee or nurse. It’s a nice change of pace. I love my husband and love time alone with him . . . and it was much needed.
As for Ryan and his friend, Diabetes . . . let’s just say mom has gotten a little dose of the craziness of highs and lows. It’s good on-the-job training! All went well until last night. At bedtime, he was 61. Anything under 70 is a low for Ryan. Mom called and got to practice our 15 & 15 rule. Fifteen quick carbs and recheck in fifteen minutes. So, he had some juice and rechecked fifteen minutes later and he was 142. So he had his nighttime insulin, snack and went to bed. I have to admit, I was a little frazzled. At the party we went to yesterday afternoon, he had cake and it was around dinner time. I was worried between the cake and the sugary juice he just had for his low, that he’d crash and be too low again in the night. So, mom, being the trooper that she is, got up at 3am and checked his sugar again. She got a good dose of checking his sugar in the night half asleep. She said she got up and just about the time she was going to check his sugar, it went dark. Dad got up to use the bathroom and closed the door which was her light to see. Then she sat down on the edge of the air matress the boys were sleeping on and it catapulted herbackwards off the bed and she hit her head on the dresser. After the stars went away, she took his sugar and it was 124. She texted me; then I breathed a sigh of relief, said three words outloud, “Thank you, Lord,” and drifted back off to sleepland . . . and stayed there until 11am!
Tonight, she took his sugar before bed and it was 286. Well, for those of you who don’t know, this is yucky! He has to not only have his long acting Lantus (the insulin that works for 24 hours) but also have a Humalog shot using the sliding scale to counteract the high sugar. Yes, TWO SHOTS! We haven’t had to do that since about three weeks or so after diagnosis. So, I had mom give him a shot on one leg and at the same time Ethan give him a shot on the other. Ryan was a little nervous, so I stayed with him on the phone while he got his shots. They all three did just super. I heard Ryan say, “1-2-3” and a little pause and then he said, “1 (pause) 2 (pause) 3 (pause) 4 (pause) 5.” We have a little system that I’m sure many adopt. He is in control of when the shot goes in. He always counts to three then we give the shot and push the plunger. Then he counts to five while we hold the shot in the skin to allow the insulin to go in well and not follow the needle out. When it was over, I asked him how it was. “Good.” Is he not one of the bravest little boys you know? And not to mention my big boy, Ethan, who willingly has learned to care for him and give shots. And Nana who is doing so good and makes him feel secure in all this sugar maddness.
Their time with Nana and Pop has been great. They only miss me “a little.”