Like the title? Its true. For the most part we are doing well with it. We have gotten the routine down, it's still hectic, but we know what to do. I'm getting better at counting carbs, or at least estimating fairly well, but it still stinks. James has had a hard few days. He's frustrated and done with shots and finger pokes. Who wouldn't be? He was supposed to get started on his insulin pump this week but it got pushed back, and he's made about that. I'm having to drive to his preschool 3 days a week to test him and give him a shot for snack. I hate it. But, luckily for the most part his numbers have been pretty good, so it hasn't been too stressful. He always has a weird number here and there throughout the day, but we are getting better at handling it. Then tonight he got really whinny right after dinner, which generally would not be a time I would worry about his numbers, unless I was majorly guessing on the carb value or something, which I didn't think was the case tonight. He was high before dinner so I thought maybe he was just still high. We sent him to his room because of his attitude, I had the thought that maybe I should check him, so we called him down a couple minutes later, and he didn't come. I went to check on him and he was fast asleep. At 6 o'clock at night. That's when I got nervous! Ryan came up with his meter and we tested him, he was down to 40! (not good, by the way). So after struggling to wake him up we got some jelly beans in him and he started to normalize. Sheesh. Stressful. Good thing he's so cute. Let's hope he's stable now and the rest of the night goes fine.
I hate diabetes.