Mr. Rose dropped her off.
Her BG was in the low 200’s.
About an hour later, this picture showed up…
At this point, she called…I confirmed the drink was a regular strawberry lemonade,
and she told me she had already started eating her chips and watermelon.
I gave her some instructions, and told her I’d text them to her in case she forgot.
Oh, and “ILY” is our code for “I LOVE YOU.”
About 2 hours later…
Followed by about half an hour after that…
And ANOTHER half-hour or so after that…
It was 350-something.
Then…an hour later…
(It was after midnight at this point.)
At 3 am, she was 60.
At 3:15, she was 110.
She didn’t answer her phone or respond to my texts all morning.
Then she called about 45 minutes before coming home to say she was *585*.
After washing her hands, it turns out she was 435.
She corrected, and the party was over.
After going through her meter, we discovered that she hadn’t bolused for the cupcake the night before….hence the 417.
And she didn’t bolus for her pancakes the next morning either. (Cue 435.)
So there it is in a nutshell.
Her very first solo sleepover.
We gave her a phone for her 9th birthday a few weeks ago.
It’s intended purpose is to be used as a tool to help bridge the gap to independence.
Looks like we have some work to do in that area.
And the bolusing area.
And the sassy-talk-back area.
In the end, we did it.
It wasn’t pretty.
But we did it.