It’s been a month since my last post. It’s been a long, loooooong month. A month ago, we were preparing for vacation. We had one week to get ready for school once we got back home. And last week was our first week of school. And this momma has been overwhelmed!
Vacation was wonderful. Family wedding, relaxing by the pool at the in-laws, to the ocean to see my sister, spending time on the beach and boardwalk, steamed crabs and philly cheese steaks! But this vacation was totally different from any other we have taken . . . we had some extra company . . . diabetes.
Vacation started with a plane ride. We made it through security with his diabetic supplies without disclosing them at the security check, just put them in his carry on with his prescriptions. No questions asked. But when he walked through the security scanner, he beeped. It was loud and they made him walk through again. I told the security guy it was his medical bracelet that we super-glued on because it kept falling off. It has a medal snap. He asked if he could take it off. Nope, like I explained, we superglued it so it wouldn’t come off. They let Jason come through then put both of them into a little clear-plastic cubicle and checked him. Needless to say, he was devastated, embarrassed and cried. The irony of it all was that the security guy in Baltimore said they should have used that little wand scanner over his bracelet and should not have questioned his medical bracelet at all. But we survived. Ryan’s sugar was good at the beginning of the flight but went over 200 by the time we landed and pretty much never fell to normal except for few rare moments along the way for the entire vacation. His average sugar was 194 for the 10 days. It took about four days for things to level out once we got home too . . . along with a Lantus increase.
On our second night there, we had a wedding rehearsal and dinner. The boys stayed with a friend of mine. At about 9:30ish pm, Ethan called and wanted to give a bedtime shot because they were all getting hungry again. I said sure because things were starting to wrap up. About five minutes later, Ethan called back. Here’s how the conversation went:
Ethan: “Mom, it’s 457.”
Me: “Take it again.”
Ethan: “Already did. The first time it was 446.”
Me: “Give him two shots . . .”
Ethan interrupting: “I know, mom, I was just calling to make sure it was 7u of Lantus and 2u of Humalog . . . oh, and he’s already drinking water . . . ketones are negative and Ryan wants to know what to do to exercise since he can’t get on the elliptical.”
Me (fighting tears because I’m so proud of Ethan): “Yes, that’s right. You’re doing awesome. Let me talk to Ryan, then I want to talk to Megan.”
The comforting thought despite the 457 was that Ethan didn’t even need me. He knew exactly what to and how to do it. Megan and Andrew took the boys for a walk. And to brag on Megan a bit . . . she doesn’t ever take care of a T1er. It was all uncharted water for her. And she was a rock. No panic. No frustration. Just, “Ryan says he needs to exercise, can I take them for a walk.” Ryan ususally gets really stressed about his numbers when they aren’t in range. When I talked to him, he was good. I think largely that was because Megan was good, solid, not wigging-out probably like I might have had I seen the meter. God is good. He gives me a boy who wants to be a good big brother and take care of things, and he gives me friends who help my boy relax and take things in stride.