I'm a bad blogger.
Probably because I don't want to acknowledge that we are getting Adam's pump on Friday.
Yes, I should be excited. But I'm scared.
The "attached" thing is getting to me. The tubes. Sleeping with it. Getting it pulled out.
And another little confession....
I cannot bear to read any more of Pumping Insulin. It is boring me to tears.
See? Horrible T1D mom.
I'm afraid that I don't know enough to figure out the pump. We've been flying by the seat of our pants the last few weeks and I feel like I'm just guessing at his insulin ratios these days. I'm not keeping track well.
I'm excited for the freedom. Nervous about the fact that he will have to wear yet another thing. We had a bad Dexcom site last week and I didn't put another one on until yesterday. It was kinda nice, living in ignorance.
But now that I know that I can use these tools to his advantage, I can't just ignore them.
So the countdown begins. Wish us luck.