My face and my voice say "GOOD JOB BUDDY!!!!", but my mind is screaming "HOLY SHIT!"
More and more Justin has been taking on his own care... the problem is there is no warning. I just get an "oh, by the way, I was 56 in 3rd period so I had some skittles and then I still felt funny on the way to 4th so I had some M&M's."
His BG was 120 at lunch, which is about 15 minutes into 4th period... soooo he rocked it. What can I say to that?
Over the past few weeks, he has self treated at midnight(we did have a chat about this). Self treated at school for lows a few times. Decided on 21 carbs for a mini cupcake(no phone call, no trip to the nurse)... he rocked those numbers too, BTW. He's even dabbled in texting me info. I'm waiting for the nurse to find out and lose it.
... the shiz has been getting deep around here.
So much for my "helicopter-mom-itis" really working hard to screw him up.
I really couldn't be more proud of him, but I am extremely scared all at the same time. All these jumbled up feelings, swarming like they are ready to sting at any given moment... it's overwhelming.
I think the self treating at midnight scared me most. He was still awake, he says, and felt it. He tested and had a juice with a side of Hershey's. He was probably just waiting for an excuse to eat the chocolate and I can't deny that he did good.I can also appreciate him not wanting to wake me up, but at the same time I had to explain to him that, though I am really proud, at night he HAS to wake me, even if its after he treats himself. See, I can compromise ;)
Now if I can only get him to remember to tell me when he opens his last vial of test strips...
OR!!! When his pump alarms with less than 20u left.
AND... if someone can tell me how to handle this...
A day in the life of self care and party invites... please hold while I willingly jump.