Diabetes is humbling.
Extremely humbling. I'm not sure when I'll realize that.
I've been seeing a lot of beautiful Dexcom lines....lovely lines, swaying perfectly between high and low.
Since Apidra, we've seen A LOT more of these gorgeous (only to D-moms!) lines.
Take today, for example. We had a beautiful afternoon at the park with good friends. Adam was running like crazy, and I avoided a low by checking Dex and seeing he was 101 with double arrows down. A couple of glucose tabs later and he was sitting pretty at 110 15 minutes later.
I was feeling pretty darn good about myself. I bolused him correctly for dinner, even though he changed his mind on what he ate at the last minute. **pats self on back**
Bedtime...his Dexcom shows a steady 150. Finger check shows 142.
"I rock," I think to myself. "I'm going to take a picture later of his Dex just so I can show everyone how awesome I am as a mama pancreas." (Did anyone guess that I was about to eat a slice of humble pie?)
I just went upstairs 10 minutes ago to grab the Dex so I could take a picture of my achievement for the day.
And then I'm stunned. And sad. I feel like I want to cry. And then I thank God that his liver kicked in when it needed to, because I didn't hear the alarms.
This is what I saw:
A closer look? What happened in the last hour?
My boy went low, and I had no idea. I was downstairs and didn't hear the alarm. Didn't know that his liver was possibly saving his life by pushing out extra glucose to cover his busy day.
I'm getting a baby monitor ASAP. And never again assuming that I've got this diabetes thing figured out.