Wow, I am terrible at maintaining a steady stream of posts here.In my defense, we have alot going on; with the end of the school hoopla, the activities after school-the oldest one working now (!!!) and with our big move, I can barely remember what Speedo tells me on a daily basis.
(The pic is a photo op of me pretending to aid in the demo process.)
The move is affecting us all. And we haven't even moved yet. The idea of the move is putting some stress on us all, probably in equal degrees, but we all have different worries. The children are stressed because the house is in such disrepair, and they are too young to toss on "vision goggles." The times I have brought them over, all they see is a big yellow mess. They wonder how on earth we're going to live there. I try and explain, "Wow, all those new wires, that's great! The electrician has made us a nice little box for our TV and computers, and look! Those are outlets to plug in our Christmas light this year..." and they just stare blankly, and then run off outside. It's too much for them. They don't see it.
The nights have been sleepless with little people coming in our room often.....snuggling, having a bad dream, needing to be near us, in between us..... on top of us. Ugh. Two adults in a king size bed is almost perfect. A newborn mixed in IS perfect. But, don't jump to conclusions, we don't have a newborn, nor will we again, but that is a delicious bed. But toss in a squirmy toddler, a 6 yr old bed hog and a 2nd grade smotherer, and it gets a little bit hard to get some shut eye.
I see the stress of the upcoming move with Betsey in her numbers. They are a little bit crazy at times, the stress taking over, my seemingly careless attitude about homework and goings on at school while I crunch numbers for our budget on the new house, make oodles of emails and phone calls following up with contractors.... Her sugars go a little off.
And she sleeps restless.
Saturday morning I had another clif shot overdose incident. I got up and got ready for a lengthy solo run, downed some delicious clif shots, checked out my ipod mix, laced my sneaks.... and I heard Libby telling me from upstairs that Betsey needed me.
I knew right away.
She only needs me in the morning upon waking if she is high.
I jolt up the stairs find her tossing and turning holding her head and tummy simultaneously as she says, "no...no noooo."
I grab her DB and test her right away.
305!
Yikes. As I reach for her pump, I notice her site has been disconnected - a problem we've never had with this pump and site. I immediately instructed Speedo to grab the vial of insulin, the needles, a new site, and all the extra goodies we need to start the ketone flush/remedy process. Her insulin cartridge was also almost empty.
I bypassed the pump and gave her a shot in her arm to help get her sugars down fast. We changed her site, put on a temporary rate of extra insulin to really flush those ketones out, which she obviously had- the nausea.
Betsey ended up throwing up, par for the course, and felt better by noon. I didn't get my run in. The extra caffeine and sugars in my clif shots served me well as I got some more packing done and did some extra speedy housework.
Stress does crazy things.
I like a little bit of stress - things to keep me moving, but too much of it is not a good thing, as with anything. Clif shots included.
