For the first time since being on an insulin pump I experienced an occlusion (clog) during the night and didn’t wake up when the alarm went off alerting me to this problem. I woke up with a blood sugar over 500 the next morning. I was drenched in sweat and absolutely exhausted. After refilling the reservoir and changing my pump site I fixed the occlusion problem, but as any diabetic knows, once you have blood sugars go that high, it takes your body a long time to get back to normal. I started chugging the water, so I could keep the ketones at bay, and pee out the extra sugar my body was retaining. I didn’t eat for nearly 24 hours, trying to get my sugars down. It’s insane to think that my body’s “normal” blood sugars used to be in the 300-400 range on a daily basis and now that I”ve maintained better control, my body just can’t handle anything higher than 250 without me feeling the affects of those high blood sugars right away.
It’s now Saturday and I was able to take a shower, have some food, and although my sugars are still running on the higher side, I’ve been able to get them down a lot quicker. My energy is slowly returning, and I don’t smell like sweaty B.O. (Hooray!)
Tomorrow our oldest son, Landon, turns 13!! That means we will officially have a teenager!! Am I really old enough to have a teenager?! Whether or not I am, it won’t stop the inevitable of my first born turning the big 13 :( Why does time seem to go by SO QUICK once you become a parent? I understand now why everyone would tell me to enjoy them while their young because before you know it they’ll be teenagers. No truer words were ever spoken.
Landon’s first couple years of life were a roller coaster. After a month in the NICU; a prolonged stay at 4 months old for failure to thrive and a week and a half long stay at the PICU in an induced coma at 1 year old, we almost lost him 4 different times. We were told over and over that it’s a miracle that he is even alive. On one particularly hard appointment with one of his specialist when I was feeling like a complete failure, the specialist pulled me aside and said, “Sarah, look at him. The fact that he’s putting up a fight, breathing and is still alive, proves that you are doing an AMAZING job. He’s still living and breathing, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it. It’s because of you that he is still here with us.” She instantly became one of my favorite people ever. Landon has overcome SO many health issues of his own. And he has taught me SO much about being patient and resilient, and gave me a reason to fight, not only for him, but for myself as well. Let's be honest, if I didn’t fight for myself, I wouldn’t be able to fight for him. Now, that baby boy who had SO much against him, is turning 13 years old and I couldn’t be more proud. He struggles daily, overcomes so many obstacles daily and often takes his anger and frustration out on me, but he’s alive, he’s breathing, and he’s still a fighter. I’ll end this blog by saying “Happy 13th Birthday Landon! I Love you SO very much! You are stronger than you’ll EVER realize, you are caring, you are independent, you are a hard worker, and I can’t wait to see what else life has in store for you. Love always, Mom”
Love and Hope,
Sarah aka Hopeful Dreamer
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