Missed My Target

Thanks to caller-ID,  I have a mini heart attack each time I see the school's phone number pops up on the screen.  Not that we've ever had a lot of emergency calls from school, but even after all these years it's still my knee jerk reaction.  So when I saw the school's number today, I reasoned with myself that Chloe was just calling to ask a minor carb question or something of the sort and that it was about time I took it all in stride and was relaxed and casual about answering the phone.

It was Chloe.  She said, "Mom, you really need to keep a calendar."

"Why's that Chloe?" I responded.

"My pump is down to one unit of insulin, I think you forgot what day it was and that you needed to change my pump." she blurted.

"Oh...what's today?" I ask.  "Didn't we just put in a new reservoir on Sunday?"

"We changed it Saturday, and today is WEDNESDAY." she said patiently.

"Dang it!  You're right, I need to start writing this stuff down on a calendar!"  I agreed.   Then told her I would head down to the school right away.  I grabbed the bin full of supplies and headed for the door thinking this was exactly why I just can't ever be so relaxed when the school calls.

We sequestered ourselves in the front office over at the couches.  No one was around but our favorite school secretary Meg.  Poor Meg had no idea she'd add full-time school nurse to her resume.  After Chloe got diabetes, she's become our go-to gal.

Chloe and I quickly went through the routine of changing everything out.   

Happily, I can report that I'm getting the hang of it now and it comes pretty easy.  I still laugh thinking of all the years my kids have been pumping and how this is all so new to me.  Chey and Mitch both got their pumps when they were a lot older so I never got the chance to practice;  teenagers aren't too excited about letting mom help with anything but gas money.  

Chloe picked a new site, I sprayed a little numbing antiseptic, pressed the dang sil-serter-torpedo-launcher at her, and...completely missed my target!  Chloe is soo skinny that you really have to search for a spot that's not skin and bones.  And naturally, I hit the skin and bones!

My eyes widened, "Oh Chloe, I missed the spot!"

Chloe held up her hand to silence me.  "Don't talk right now mom, I'm trying not to scream." she said calmly.  She kept her hand raised for a whole minute and concentrated on not yelling out.  Poor thing.

"I'm so sorry." I pleaded.

"It's okay mom, I'm just concentrating on not screaming." 

We waited a bit more.

After an eternal pause she looks at me and said, "Oh that really hurt."  Then she added with a nervous giggle,  "I was worried I was gonna scream so loud EVERYBODY in school would hear me."

So today I learned not one lesson, but TWO:

1. I need to buy a wall calendar 
2. I'll never be a sniper, I've got bad aim.

Thank goodness for a kid that is patient with her mom...and for one that can hold back a good scream.

When Three Diabetics is a Good Thing

Hardly ever.

But that said, I must admit it does come in handy every once in a while.

The Three Bears Phenomenon
Because there's three, test time is quite unusual.  We've always got one who's too high, one too low, and another whose blood sugar is just right.  Depending on how you look at it, and we prefer to see the glass half full (admittedly though, this is sometimes quite a challenge to do), the positive side is that we've always got someone in the house right on target!  This is a good thing.

Problem Solving as a Group
 If there's a problem we've got to think through, someone else in the family has probably experienced it and has paved the way to a great answer.  This is also a good thing.  It was especially helpful to us yesterday when Mitchell's pump stopped working.

Over the past week, his pump has been going through new batteries like a fiendish addiction, often demanding fresh batteries every two or three days.  On Sunday night his pump shut off and gave him an A21 and then an A17 alert.  Luckily the good people at Medtronic are always available.  After having us clean the metal battery cap that makes contact with the battery, they decided to go ahead and ship out a new cap to try.

After hanging up the phone I realized Cheyenne had experienced this problem a few years back so I gave her a call.  Her advise?  Get a new pump.  She reminded me that when her pump did the very same thing it was not a faulty battery cap, in fact the cap was in great condition and looked perfectly new.  Replacing the battery cap only prolonged the length of time she was off the pump before getting a replacement pump she inevitably had to get to solve the problem.  After checking Mitchell's pump cap and finding it in pristine condition, we decided her advise would get the problem solved faster.

Luckily, his pump was still under warranty.  I quickly called them back and they were more than happy to send out a new pump.  Until then, we're back to the old school way of doing things.  But I've logged more years with a trusty old syringe than a pump, so we're well within my comfort zone.  Like revisiting an old friend (we've used over 20,000 of them). 

and lastly,

We've Got Our Lows Covered
Every once in a while someone goes low when they're unprepared.  Never a good thing, but it happens.  Once again, this allows another sibling to come to the rescue.  Everyone carries emergency supplies for lows but inevitably someone forgets to replenish their supplies (not naming names, but I will tell you this is usually a teenager).  The other day, said teenager experienced a low and was completely unprepared (exasperated gasp).  Chloe to the rescue!  She simply reached in her bag, pulled out a juice box, and voilia!  Problem solved.  Then she gave the above UNmentioned teenager the "low lecture", as only a nine year-old can do, and reminded her sibling of the dangers of being unprepared.  Not bad huh?  I've got built-in medic/spy.

Honestly, three kids with diabetes is overwhelming a lot of times.  But sometimes, every once in a while, it's a good thing.

I'll Take That as a Compliment

Last week when Chloe needed to change her pump reservoir, Cheyenne and Justice happened to be in town on a surprise visit for the weekend.  Currently, I'm the only one in the house that knows how to use the Sil-Serter (a.k.a. "The Torpedo Launcher") to insert her pump site.  Both Cheyenne and Mitchell use the Quick-Serter.  It just so happened I was sick and resting in bed, but as chance would have it, Justice uses the Sil-Serter so he offered to help Chloe change her pump site.  This was a great idea!  Son-in-Law to the rescue!  Except for one problem.  Chloe did not want him to do it.  She adores Justice and has him help her count carbs at meal time and such but she was NOT having him change her pump!  She wanted "mom to do it".

She came upstairs to find me in a flurry of Kleenex and NyQuil cups and informed me that I was the only one who was allowed to change her pump.  The funny thing is, that a few weeks ago, after first getting her pump, she would often suggest that we go back to the doctor's office and have her favorite nurse Maryanne change it each time.  During the first couple of weeks she was not real happy with the way I was getting the job done.  And honestly, in the entire span of my 16-year diabetes "career", this dang torpedo launching Sil-Serter gadget gizmo-thingy, well, it has me nervous each and every time I've had to use it!  So I found it quite amusing that she wanted ME to change her pump and not Justice, who's a pro.  Her conversation with me went a bit like this...

Chloe:  Mom I need to change my pump and I want you to do it.

Me:  Are you sure you don't want Justice to do it?

Chloe:  (furrowed brows) Yes, I'm sure!

Me:  Really?  Cause Chloe, he has way more experience at it than me.  He's been doing it for years.

Chloe:  So.

Me:  Seriously, you'd rather have me change it?

Chloe:  Yes mom.

Me:  Really?  Can I tell you something?

Chloe:  What?

Me:  I still get really nervous when I change that thing.  It freaks me out.  Are you sure Justice can't do it?   

(at this point I should probably admit that it is never a good idea to tell your child that you get nervous about any aspect of their diabetes care.  You want them to be confident in your care.  However, I think that under the influence of the above mentioned sniffling-sneezing-coughing-aching-stuffy-head medicine, well, let's just say it made me a lot more candid with her than I should have been!)

Chloe:  No mom.  I know you get nervous, but I trust you.  You do it really good.  Even when I scream.

Me:  Wow, you know that? and you still trust me? 

Chloe:  Yes, I only like you to do it.

Me:  Okay then (sneeze), let's go get the stuff.

Chloe:  smile

Mark says she's imprinted on me.  She won't even let him do it  (course, come to think of it, neither would I).  The strange thing is that I never get nervous about much of anything.  I'm fine with blood, guts, needles, skydiving, public speaking; not much gets me nervous.  But this Sil-Serter, this things' really got me!  It just looks so violent!  And here I thought I was putting on a brave face so Chloe wouldn't see my nerves, apparently she saw through it, but she doesn't care.  She trusts me!

I'll take that as a compliment.

Chloe Gets Pumped!

It's official. Another family member gets pumped!

Chloe is crazy for the new PINK one.  And thankfully these expensive little babies come in several colors so we can tell them all apart.  Pumps are AMAZING...I call them "A Mom in a Box" since it does most of the work for us now.  A little repreve from being the "human pancreas" for the last decade and a half!

Chloe's been around the diabetes block a few times, watching her brother and sister both get their pumps.  She was excited to get started.  When the moment came, and we pulled everything out of the box, we discovered the insertion device was not the same kind as her older siblings.  They have the rather nebulous looking quick-serter.  These are the gentle looking round devices you use to insert your tubbing.  But as Mitchell can tell you, there's really nothing gentle about it, especially when you're a skinny teenager.  They only look gentle.

But in a world where looks are everything, Chloe's came with the sil-serter which resembles a mini torpedo launcher!  It looked more like the device that punctures plastic price tag holders into place.  Oh my!  Her eyes widened when it came out of the box. Our amazing nurse Maryanne reassured her that it was much more gentle than the quick-serter because this one went in on an angle.

Chloe just laughed nervously and said, "Well, I'm just gonna look away for this..." and then she squinted her eyes shut and braced for pain.

It turns out, it wasn't all that bad.  Chloe said, with a shrug of her shoulders, "It's just another thing you have to get used to".  And she's right.  Boy am I glad she's nine and can reason through these things.  We've come a long way since the days of having to help a wide-eyed two year old through the crazy world of diabetes!