I could use some toothpicks to hold up my eyelids today. First I tossed and turned in bed. I finally fell asleep after one this morning and woke in a panic at 4am. I wanted to test my son a little earlier than that but it was what it was.
I dragged myself out of bed. Despite tweaks to his basal rate he was still running high. I wondered if it was a carb counting error because he simply eyeballs his cereal rather than weighing it. Yes, he does normally get that right but still it bugs the control freak in me.
I input the correction into his pump and waited. Every night for the past two nights, the pump has complained of a blockage part way through the correction. Yes, that should have been a warning to me. I should have changed the site on one of those two times but his readings were pretty good at all other times.
Foolishly, I mentioned the issue to my son and suggested that he may want to do a site change. He told me that it was all in my head. The site was fine. The reason for the alarm was that he was sleeping on his stomach when the correction was deliverying and that was causing the occlusion alarm.
Why did that make sense to me? I have no idea. I guess because its was a large dose of insulin versus the normal nightly basal delivery. For some reason I was okay with his reasoning…until the third time!
Last night I once again waited. Once again I was not to be disappointed. His pump swore that there was still a problem. I gave up. A site change it was. Four in the morning, weary but out came the supplies and up popped my son in his bed wondering what I was doing! I was relieving myself of further anxiety and stress. The site was moving!
The correction worked perfectly in the new location and he swears that all is fine this morning. I am still not sure why I bothered to listen to his logic the first time around but live and learn I guess!