“Did you bolus for that?”
“No its Christmas. I am not bolusing for Christmas. I decided that I need a vacation.”
“Funny…NOT. How much are you going to bolus for that? Do you even know how much you ate?”
“I am thinking that 60 sounds good. I like it. I think I will bolus 60.”
“Have you actually totaled what you ate to get to that number?”
“No. It just sounds good.”
At this point I mentally groan and begin to do the calculations….”You had potatoes, dressing, some carrot, a glass of milk, and then there was the pie.”
“Don’t count the pie. I just bolused the pie. The pie is covered.”
“Okay so your main meal. That would be about 58g CHO.”
“See I told you 60!”
Darn, he still has it. He can still make a complete guess on a meal and manage to come within grams of what I would think the carb count for the meal would be. The WAG King holds his throne for another day.
No this wasn’t his 60 CHO meal honestly 🙂
Thank you to everyone who offered kind words and support after my post
the other day. The day proceeded to get a little worse but in a way that had nothing to do with diabetes and managed to bring things into perspective for both of us. Each day will bring new challenges and as a parent, I have to work at letting go and saying just enough without making him feel as defeated as he did on Wednesday.
Not all days are that dark or frustrating however. Over the past week we have had a new competition of sorts going on. When my son and I eat together, he will usually wait for me to give him the carb count for his meal. He is more than capable of doing this on his own and does a decent job when he is away from me, but when we eat together he enjoys the break…or so I thought! Now I think I am just a source of amusement for him.
I came to this realization the other day. I analyzed his meal. I totalled carbs, subtracted fiber, guesstimated weights, and after a number of minutes came up with a total. He then said “I could have told you that without all of that work.” I laughed at him and said “yeah right!” and so the battle lines were drawn.
He swore that while I added, subtracted and multiplied, he just “knew” what he needed to bolus. As the competition began, I would no longer say the carb counts out loud (which I do both to help him learn and to bounce ideas off of him). I quietly would get my total and then ask him for his.
The first time we did this I grinned as I asked him his total. It was a large meal and there was no way to just look and know. He replied “129″. My jaw dropped as that was the exact calculation that I had arrived at. Darn, maybe he was onto something!
We did this a few more times–smoke rising from my ears as I did the math, and the calm coolness of Mr. “I just know”. He was usually within 5g of carbohydrates. I had taught him well or he eats the same on a regular basis but these meals were not his usual fair. I was impressed. His super carb counting skills came to a crash last night however. I asked him his guess while knowing the answer. He came up over 100 carbs too high!
I told him that he had just overdosed himself. Mom wins! He just shrugged in his usual manner and vowed to win the next round. We may have our downs but strange diabetes games like this bring smiles to both of us and make me feel a whole lot better because I see that he really is learning.