Diabetes wins...but I put up a good fight!
This weekend was definitely one made for my youngest son. Friday night he got to take his quad for a run. He was able to check out a few new roads and race his machine over the snow. An hour of activity, no real need to worry abut a drop in bg levels during the night.
Saturday saw him head out for another few runs. He continued his exploration, following skidoo trails and finding amazing paths...until he hit a bog. He found himself knee deep in mud with a quad that refused to budge. There were no trees near enough for him to winch the bike out. His phone had died thanks to the cold. My young son and his friend began the trek back to the cabin with plans to return to the area in the daylight with reinforcements.
He got back with a reading of 3.9 (70). He was just in time to grab a juice before diabetes could cause him trouble.
Later that evening, fearing that someone else might remove the quad from the mud before morning, we headed back to get his machine. After Mom ended up with mud in her boots and deftly avoided a near disastrous fall into the mud, the quad was free and back on the snow where it belonged.
That night he ate...and he ate. Mom was thinking however and under bolused his meals. Diabetes was not going to ruin her night's sleep! It didn't. When I woke to test him, he was in a beautiful range and we both could continue to rest uneventfully.
Sunday was another day of fun...without the mud. My son headed off to re-explore a trail we had enjoyed in the spring. We then packed up our belongings and headed for home. Before my car was unpacked, he was off again but this time on skidoo. Two hours of racing through powder I am sure topped off his weekend and made studying for exams that evening slightly more bearable.
I should have known that there would be trouble. I had dodged the bullet all weekend. He had some hot chocolate as he studied. He later came into my room announcing that I had failed in my carb counting and he was low. I reminded him to be over 6(108) before heading to bed. After a few more prompts of "did you test?", we both headed off to sleep.
I planned to wake by 2 or 3 at the latest but those watching over my son knew better. I slept until 4am. I kicked myself as I got out of bed. Somehow I knew that this night I was not going to be lucky. This was the night that he would be low.
My premonition was dead on. He wasn't low...yet but my continuous glucose mom alarm said that he was probably dropping. Two glucose tablets in his mouth and I headed back to bed to wait. I knew I wouldn't sleep. I hoped for a 15 minute nap at least but no, I stayed awake, watching the clock and reading about other mother's also up with their children with diabetes. After 15 minutes I checked my son's blood again. He had stayed the same. More glucose tablets were required. I was not going to be able to sleep with him in the 4s (70s).
As the clock ticked down, I waited. I tossed in my bed. I wondered if it would be possible to go back to sleep after all of this. I knew it would not be easy and that by 6am my upstairs neighbours would be banging around getting ready for work. I was right on all counts. My son was finally in range after 5am and I probably got another 30 minutes of sleep before I had to get up.
Diabetes won this round...but I still have my son.