The first call was around 8:00 this morning, only 15 minutes after school started. The reason? Elise was low. I honestly can't remember the number because there are so many from today, but she was below 100. Only an hour after eating.
Even though I changed basals and I:C ratios (so she'd get less insulin), she only topped out at 120 after breakfast.
The rest of the day so far has followed suit. Low after low after low. In fact, I'm expecting a call soon, since my watch is telling me she's dropping. Again.
|All those spikes you see were from the many, many carbs consumed.|
But she always came right back down
As much as this sucks, I am very thankful we have probably the rocking-est (is this a word? No? I care not) school nurse in the history of ever. We are the lucky ones. I have heard from so many parents how care at school is a battle, the nurse isn't helpful, and things being done to their child are downright illegal.
We are contemplating moving to another state. I am unfamiliar with the laws and unsure of the protections that exist for Elise there. I do know that right now we live in one of the best states when it comes to protecting our kiddos with T1.
It shouldn't be this way. There are so many struggles when it comes to diabetes; finding an endo you gel with, getting the supplies you need, insurance battles... the list goes on. I'm lucky that when I send Elise off to school, I know she's in amazing hands. Not everybody has this and it hurts my heart for them.
This month, I am thankful for so much. But after what we've been dealing with over the last few days, our nurse is at one of the top spots on my list. If you have a good one, make she she/he knows it. If you don't... well I'd be shouting that from the rooftops too.
And I think a certain nurse will be getting a "just-because-you're-awesome" gift tomorrow.