And Mr. Rose is changing a pump site.
But, who knows if it’s actually site issue. It could be a lemonade issue. Or a birthday cake issue. Or a popcorn issue. Or just an all around excitement issue as the result of attending your first EVER solo sleepover at a friend’s house whom you haven’t seen all summer.
It doesn’t really matter…in the end, it’s one big diabetes issue.
I tried to be as prepared possible.
I made sure she had all the diabetes supplies and gluten-free food she would need for dinner, cake, a movie, and breakfast. I measured and labeled everything to make sure the carb counts were as accurate as possible. I had her set a midnight alarm on the cell phone she got for her birthday recently, and reminded her to text me a picture of anything she was going to eat without a label so I could help her figure the carbs to enter into her pump.
“Mom, I’m 417.”
“Please don’t make me come home. I’m having so much fun.”
I felt my heart sink as Mr. Rose began gathering the supplies to replace her insulin and change her site.
And now we wait.
When they sent the invitation, they didn’t realize some one would be showing up in the middle of the night with needles and tubing to make sure one of the party guests survived the night. This kind mother (whom I’ve never actually met) will be getting up with her at 3 am — they’ll call with the verdict…
We’re doing everything we can to avoid crashing the party.
Will we be successful?
I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
(You can read the rest of the story HERE.)