The meeting went well. The teacher was very receptive and didn't seem to get uneasy until I started talking about Glucagon. I told her chances are that Riley will never have to use it, but I want her to know how to use it if the need arises.
I sat there and reviewed the book with her. She didn't have a lot of questions. But, when I mentioned that if he is low at recess that he needs to wait for his sugar to rise above 90 before playing, she said "Well, what if I get him to check his sugar before recess?" Ah, music to my ears. I told her that for the first few weeks until I get his insulin figured out it might not be a bad idea.
I'm ready, I think. I might as well be. Riley starts school on Monday and he will be in someone else's care. I can't change that. All I can do is focus on the positives.
He will be fine. My head knows that. I just have to convince my heart to get on board.
It will come. I know the first few weeks will be the most challenging. Once Riley gets in a routine and I get his insulin needs figured out things will be better.
I believe in angels and I know that my special little man must have and equally special angel. (Not to mention an awesome big brother that will be there with him too.)
I haven't cried yet. I don't know if I will.
I'm just going to take things one day at a time.