We had a scare the other night.
It's been awhile since I was scared. Really scared.
But I was last week.
We spent the last week in Florida! It was wonderful! We really need the sun and the pool and the beach to recharge our souls. I grew up going to Florida so it's just a part of who I am. I miss it when I'm not there and feel a NEED to get back there as often as possible!
It appears that Sweets has also inherited the Florida gene. She LOVES it there. She asks to go all the time. She's happy as a clam when she's there. She's my little beach baby!
We especially enjoyed swimming and the beach this year as it was our first trip with the pod! It was so wonderful to be able to just let her swim and not worry about unhooking or keeping sand out of the pump. She just DID.
Of course, even though without the pump attached she always went super high when swimming - we found that swimming tends to drop her like a rock! So we were working to reduce her basal rates and determine if and when she needed free carbs to hold her bg steady.
I can only assume that this played into the scary low that she had while there. I really have no explanation for what happened.
Wednesday night, she went to bed with a bg steady at 113.
She said she felt low. We tested. She was 120.
We should have listened to her.
She'd had a snack and been bolused for it. J and I went thru everything again later and we know we counted everything right. We even took swimming into consideration.
Practically as soon as she fell asleep, she beeped low.
We had just tested her less than 10 minutes earlier.
But when I tested her again, she was 50something. Double arrows down.
So I woke her up and fed her some smarties.
Smarties always work. And they always work FAST. She didn't like it. She cried. She fussed about being tired. But she ate them.
But then Dex beeped again. FOUR beeps. Under 50. I tested and she was 43.
More smarties. More keeping her awake.
She was lucid. She was talking and she knew what was going on.
But her blood sugar was NOT coming up.
The pattern continued -- test, bg in the 40's or 50's, give smarties, wait.... repeat.
On and on and on....
Long story (not so) short... It took about an hour and a half total. 10 packs of Smarties. And one juice.
But she finally came up slightly over 100.
I was scared. J was scared.
At one point my Mom came into our room to see what was going on. She sat on the bed with us and rubbed Sweetpea's back. She was scared, too.
I had the glucagon out. It was sitting right there. I was ready to use it.
And it just kept going through my head... when? When should I do it?
Had she dropped any lower, I would have done it. After our experience last year, I won't ever hesitate to use the glucagon again. But still.... you don't WANT to have to use it.
It's almost like I'm getting USED to these scares. They still make me want to puke. And they still stress me out beyond belief.
But I'm learning to just keep going. I'm learning to put that fear into a box and put it high up on a shelf and just keep moving forward.
Just another night in the life...
The only difference was that this time it really affected Sweets. THIS time, she remembered it. And this time, it scared her, too. But we'll save that for another post...