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!
“Isn’t today the day that you need to change your site?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Let me see your pump. I am sure that you are due for a site change. If not today then you are overdue.”
Begrudgingly, my son handed me over his pump. The first thing I noticed was that his battery was stating that it was dying and almost dead. “You need to change your battery…like now. Its on its last legs and I was right! Your site change is today. Get the stuff out and get the site changed.”
My son grumbles and heads out of his room.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to get some insulin.”
“Holy cow, you are going for the full meal deal tonight! You have a dead battery, no insulin and a dead site!”
I”ts not a dead site. The site is fine.”
“Its due to be changed its a dead site. Time for a clean slate!”
Soon we had everything new but sadly he was still high during the night. Can’t win them all with Diabetes in the house!
Our Christmas break is over. I enjoyed a wonderful holiday with family but all good things must come to an end. Today I picked up my son from the airport. He had spent the New Year with his father.
As with every trip, I packed extra insulin, test strips, and infusion sets. I added alcohol swabs and extra insulin cartridges. He had his cell phone and as was our routine, he would be able to check in with me by text or a phone call. He was set for his time away.
Once again, his cell phone quit working within a day of his arrival. I really need to get him a new, more reliable phone. I asked his brother to make sure that he called me after a few days. He did. He swore his readings were all pretty good. He had handled a low but all was fine. I reminded him that he was due for a site change. He was going to do it right away….or so he said.
This morning, as he sat at the table, I noticed his site was still in his arm. I looked a little closer. There was tubing attached. It was red. He had not changed his site! This was the same site that we had put in before he went away! I could not believe it.
My son swore that the site had been working fine. He was running high today but it was the first time. I did not even want to look at his meter. If he managed to forget his diabetes enough to ignore site changes, how often did he forget to test? I have to remember that he is still young. He still has a few years left before he has to do this without his mother looking over his shoulder. Thank heavens for small favors!
Last night I wrestled my son to the ground and later heard about the consequences. You see said child, admitted that no he hadn’t been spending his time mulling over the perfect gifts to purchase for his devoted mother for either Mother’s Day or her birthday. In some countries I am sure his actions would have constituted a hanging offense but in our house in meant that I tackled him, interrupted his Wii game, pinned him down and tickled him. Thankfully I still have a few pounds and an inch or two on him so I can still win.
The downside to this fun when you have a child on an insulin pump who wears sites in his leg is obvious to those of us who live there. After the screams of “I’ve gotta pee!!!!”, came the grumblings of “You pulled out my site!”. With the cost of pump supplies being covered for us, it felt good to say “Well, just go and change it.” Once upon a time, I would have cried at the $20+ that I had just wasted even if it was in the name of fun.
Being a teen, my son was in no rush to change the site and Mom had visions of highs for the rest of the evening. The longer he waited, the less insulin he would get, the higher his bg levels would climb I was sure. Again, being a teen and being my son, he stated that the site was salvageable and he had simply taped it in place. I was worried. Was the site really still in? Yes he assured me as he headed off to the shower. His grumbling about being bested by his mother had been replaced by the comment that if Mom could wrestle him then wrestling with his brother should once again be allowed (It was discontinued after brother’s elbow met son’s eye and left a nasty shiner). I attempted to burst his bubble but he still was quite proud of his logic as he headed off for his marathon shower.
Once he undressed he proclaimed “Mom, I look like I have been shot!” What did that mean? He told me that there was blood all over his leg. I said that was it, the site was gone! He had to change it. He proceeded to shower and I never got to really check out the damage. He kindly left the dead and bloodied site in the shower for me though. Ironically he was disgusted when he found it on top of an envelope later. I had taken a picture and left it for him. He told me that the site should be in the garbage! Um, who left it in the shower to start with? Oy!