But here I sit eating a bowl of cereal. My blood sugar is 56. I feel low and I feel hungry. I drank a juice box, but no, I could not resist the call on Honey Bunches of Oats and milk. In fact, I think I'll have another bowl.
No, the juice hasn't quite hit yet...
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Kids get easier...right?
Seriously, today has been a long day. We had citywide swim championships today and now my girl is over at a slumber party where cake will be served at midnight. She is nine, almost 10 and she is an amazing kid. She forgets stuff, like taking your blood sugar or bolusing, but she tries. I just hate leaving her in the hands of other families.
It isn't that I think anything will happen per se, but I worry that nothing will happen. They won't remind her to check her sugar before cake and won't remind her to check before sleep, but most important, she won't remember to call me and tell me how its all going...blood sugar wise. Uggh.
Three minutes before cake-o-clock. She was low all evening. She was 58 when I was at their house. She was 63 at 9:30 at the pool (they checked her when I asked!!!!). Wonder how she is doing now. Really, I wonder.
One more minute before cake-o-clock.
Wonder if she'll call me? I feel like a lovesick teenager waiting for a boy to call. "Does he like me?" "Is he thinking of me?" The answer to both ruminations here is, "No! She is at a birthday party! She isn't thinking about you, or your worry!" But I do bet she is taking just fine care of herself. Mommy has some letting-go work to do, but it can wait until she is 25. Goodnight!
It isn't that I think anything will happen per se, but I worry that nothing will happen. They won't remind her to check her sugar before cake and won't remind her to check before sleep, but most important, she won't remember to call me and tell me how its all going...blood sugar wise. Uggh.
Three minutes before cake-o-clock. She was low all evening. She was 58 when I was at their house. She was 63 at 9:30 at the pool (they checked her when I asked!!!!). Wonder how she is doing now. Really, I wonder.
One more minute before cake-o-clock.
Wonder if she'll call me? I feel like a lovesick teenager waiting for a boy to call. "Does he like me?" "Is he thinking of me?" The answer to both ruminations here is, "No! She is at a birthday party! She isn't thinking about you, or your worry!" But I do bet she is taking just fine care of herself. Mommy has some letting-go work to do, but it can wait until she is 25. Goodnight!
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