Week one of school is over. And, to put it mildly, it's been hell.
Riley's sugars at school this week ranged from 52-360. His sugars while at home: 43-460.
Of course we've had lows before, even runs of lows. He might have a day here and there where he goes low a few times and we may have 2 or 3 days in a row where he goes low at least once a day. But, in the almost two years we've been dealing with this disease, we have never had a whole week where he went low at least once a day.
It's just so frustrating. I will be sitting down tonight and studying Riley's logbook. If I can't come to a conclusion on my own, I'll be faxing sugars to his endo and asking for help.
The lows are scary. Really scary. And, they make Riley feel like crap. That's what I hate the most.
But, on the bright side, Riley has thoroughly enjoyed every single day at school. He loves recess and PE and Spanish. He went to library today and checked out a book and he can't wait for me to read it to him.
It does give me some comfort that Riley is having a good time despite his diabetes. And, hearing him ramble on about what he did during the day and who got a mark on the board for bad behavior, is great.
But, in the quiet of night, I watch him sleep and my eyes fill with tears. My brave little man has no idea how much more he has to face than the other kids in his class every single day. He has no idea the fear that the lows he's had lately put in my heart. He has no idea what these fluctuations are doing to his body.
And, I want to keep it that way for as long as I can. I'll bear that burden for now. If only I could bear the rest for him too.