My girl is maturing before my eyes. Taking all of this d-stuff in stride (sometimes). Today her teacher text me "424, lots of tears she is drinking water and PE teacher will have her walk and not run". I was half way out the door already as I text back "on my way to check for ketones" (they have urine strips at the school but Bekah hates them.) We always use a toilet hat at home when we check ketones via urine but honestly since we have had our blood ketone meter, we have just done it with a finger prick.
I lug a sleeping David into the school to sign in and make a bee line for the gym. BG check shows 415 and ketones= 0.0 By the time I had gotten there the tears had subsided. No matter how I try to tell her that it's just a number, Bekah takes them all so personally and kind of feels like she has done something wrong when her number is high. (hmm I wonder if I am setting a bad example with those darn A1Cs, I tried not to let her see me cry on the way home from the Endo last time but she is an observer and I am sure she didn't miss it)
I already had a sneaking suspicion that her I:C ratio for lunch needed to be changed (she had been running HBG after lunch all week)and when I did the math: (pizza+fruit cup+chocolate milk = 83 g carb 1:18 ratio bolus was 4.6 HBG correction 2 hr later was .9 a 1:15 ratio would have given her .9 more) Once home her BG had gone down a bit but still needed a .55 correction as was above 300.
We did a site change and then on her own an hour later she checked her BG and told me, "mom my blood sugar is still over 300 so I set a temp basal of +60% for four hours, does that sound about right to you?"
Whoa Nelly!! When did she learn that? Is she 7? or 37??
Proud of my girl as I cry tears of sadness becuase she shouldn't have to know that!