Sadness

A 17 year old boy at Holden's high school was killed in a car accident on Friday. I can't get it out of my mind.

I didn't know the boy very well, but have spoken with his parents before. Holden was not friends with him. But, he goes to a small private school. All the kids there know each other.

I am just so sad for his family and his friends. Holden said it was a rough day at school today and that most of the kids couldn't take it and left early.

I can't imagine what his parents must be feeling. And, kids that age think they are invincible. This is a harsh wake up call for them.

There was a girl in the car with him that sustained some minor injuries. He was killed instantly.

When I found out about the accident on Saturday, Holden was at work. As soon as I could I went to see him. I just felt the need to lay eyes on him and give him a hug.

So, if you would, please keep this boy's family in your thoughts and prayers. And, hug your kids a little tighter.

Fat cat

This is Sally.

We just got her yesterday. Her owner was an older man who passed away. She didn't have anyone to take her. Someone went by to feed her every day, but she was all alone in the house. I couldn't stand the thought of that.

She is a very big girl, weighing in at 15 pounds. She's also very loving and follows Riley every step he takes.

I think she's going to have to go on a diet. The extra weight can't be good for her.

Is there such a thing as kitty weight watchers?

The never-ending story

(*Warning: This post contains nothing positive. It is born out of frustration, anger, and lack of sleep. If you are looking for something uplifting, you've come to the wrong place.*)

I awoke this morning in a horrible mood. It didn't help that I didn't sleep well last night. Riley's sugars wouldn't let me.

I wasn't just in a horrible mood, I was angry. Very angry. And tired. Very, very tired. Not just physically tired, but mentally and emotionally tired.

As I fumbled with the shower knobs and held my hand under the water to get just the right temperature, I couldn't wait to get under the hot stream of water. I'm not a morning person. But, usually after I get in the shower and let the water wash over my face, the cobwebs start to loosen and I start to feel better.

Not this morning. This morning, I barely felt the water.

All I felt was anger. Anger at this stupid disease. Anger that so much of my life is wrapped up in it. Anger that I would spend most of the morning debating whether I should change Riley's set a day early or not, just in case the highs last night were caused by a bad set.

As I was soaping up my hair I thought, "What is wrong with me?"

Riley's sugars have been pretty good lately. They have their moments like always. But his average is around 160. I'm quite happy with that. So, it's not the numbers.

I used to think it was. When I'd get frustrated I'd blame it on the crappy numbers, the soaring highs or the sinking lows. But, now, I can't blame it on the numbers.

It's not the numbers, it's the life. It's the life that we are forced to lead because of this stupid disease. My family cannot leave the house without first checking to make sure Riley has enough strips in his case, a few snacks, fruit snacks for lows, extra sets, etc, etc.

We can't just take off for a day at the park without first considering what Riley's sugar is and then debate on whether or not to decrease his pump.

And, if we go to the park for any length of time, Riley's happy play will be interrupted by a finger stick. And, if his sugar is low, well, he gets to consume sugar and sit and watch all the other kids continue to play while he waits for his sugar to come up.

I can't just go out to eat with my husband without worrying about what's going on with Riley. Michael and I have not been to a movie by ourselves since Riley was diagnosed. Why? Because I couldn't enjoy myself because I would have to turn off my cell and I'd worry that something would happen to Riley and my mom wouldn't be able to reach me.

I never, ever, ever feel like I can relax. I can never just be. As much as I don't want it to be, diabetes is always there.

It's in the car with me while I'm driving from one patient's house to the next. It's in the restaurant with me while Michael and I are trying to enjoy some time to ourselves. It's even in the bed with me at night.

As I was putting the conditioner in my hair, I was thinking that if I had diabetes I would be so screwed right now. You know why? Because, I wouldn't test like I should. I wouldn't count carbs. I wouldn't log the sugars I did take. I would try to forget about it for a while, try to take a break.

But, no one can really take a break from it. Even if you don't test, don't count carbs, don't bolus, diabetes is still there. It's still sneering at you. "Go on, ignore me. You'll regret it later."

Then I thought "Snap out of it." You guys with diabetes, you'll be doing this for the rest of your life. You can see no end in sight.

Me? One day Riley will take over all this stuff, the testing, the counting, the bolusing.

But, that's not a comfort to me. I hate the thought of Riley having to deal with this all himself.

Then, I thought of the many times that Scott has told me that it's really not going to be as big a deal for Riley as it is for me. And, I know he's right. Riley will probably be just fine. He'll incorporate diabetes into his life. He'll curse it sometimes, I'm sure, but he'll be OK.

You guys, you feel the highs and the lows. You agonize over having one more piece of cake. You curse the meter when it gives you a reading you don't want to see.

Us, we parents, we want to feel those highs and lows. We want to take them away from our child. We agonize when we watch our child choose that other piece of cake knowing it's probably not going mean good things for his or her sugar.

We worry.

And, maybe that's what my problem really is. Riley will one day take over the tedious day to day management of this disease. But, my worry, it's not going anywhere.

Not just that, but that heartbreak that I have for him will always be there. It kills me to watch him live with this.

When he walks across the floor and his tube is sticking out of the waistband of his pants, my heart breaks a little. When I see him struggle to put his pants on and try not to let his pump fall in the floor, my heart breaks some more. When I have to tell him to stop pretending to be a Jedi and to sit down for a little while because his sugar is low, it breaks some more.

I admire all of you who live with this disease. I know you have your days when diabetes might get you down, but you trudge ahead. I'm not sure I could handle it all like you guys do.

But, just like there is no end in site to the testing and bolusing you guys with diabetes have to endure, there is no end in site to my heartbreak for my child.

A day in the life...

Riley’s sugars:

10:35 PM: 185 (smile; good bedtime sugar)

12:33 AM: 114 (decrease basal 50% for two hours)

2:45 AM: 71 (give fruit snacks and decrease basal again)

3:04 AM: 56 (curse at the machine, give more fruit snacks)

3:24 AM: 68 (feed him peanut butter crackers while muttering under breath to his pancreas; it isn’t listening)

3:45 AM: 107 (whew, now we’re talking)

3:46 AM: lie in bed wondering what would have happened had I not woken up to find the 71 and woken again for the 56; pray; eventually fall asleep

6:19 AM: 276 (give insulin and go to sleep for 30 more minutes)

1:24 PM: sit at desk typing this; wonder if there will ever be a cure; prop eyelids open; get on with life

Update

Riley is doing better now.

He only had to take Ibuprofen twice yesterday for his temperature. Once at 7 AM and then again at 8:30 last night. So, I think whatever it is, is about to taper out.

His sugar was still running high last night. He was 369. He got a correction. Two hours later he was 427. I haven’t seen a number like that in a very long time.

I started worrying that his site was bad, so I gave him an injection by syringe.

You would have thought I was trying to kill him. He kicked and screamed and cried. Michael had to hold him down so I could give him the injection.

And to think, he used to do that 4-5 times a day and it never seemed to faze him.

But, he's always worse with a site change if he's high. Or, I’m wondering if he’s developing a needle phobia like I’ve heard someone else say.

He came down nicely after that and I kept a wary eye on him throughout the night. He had his lowest sugar of the last few days at 5 o’ clock this morning. It was 131 and I started to finally feel like maybe we’re at the end of this thing.

To answer some of your questions, no I haven’t gotten a whole lot of sleep lately. But, I’m thinking tonight will be better.

I’ll still be getting up a couple of times to test sugars, but I don’t have to check a temp and wake him up to take medicine, and lie there and worry that ketones are invading his little body.

Tonight I just have to worry about him having a bad low.

So, it won't be any different than any other night.

Sick and Tired

Riley was unusually cranky all day Tuesday. But, he’s four. He’s allowed to have a bad day.

His sugars had run pretty good all day, about like usual. At supper he was a nice 99. We went out to eat at a local Italian restaurant. While I’ve pretty much got a combo bolus figured out for my homemade spaghetti, restaurant spaghetti is somehow a whole different animal. So, I expected he might be a little high later.

At 9 PM, he was 268, higher than I want to see, but like I said I kind of expected it.

At around 11 PM he started complaining of being cold and started to shiver. A check of his temperature revealed a fever of 101.3

Even though I’m sleep deprived already, I got even less sleep Tuesday night. He got Tylenol and Motrin throughout the night, only to wake with a temp of 102.7.

Lovely.

When I tested his ketones, they were large.

Even better.

He had run around 220 all night except at around 5 AM, he dipped down to 171 only to be up to 256 when he woke up.

He had no complaints except a headache.

I went ahead and took him to the doctor. I don’t usually rush my kids to the Dr. for a fever, but Riley is different. The last time he ran a temp and had no symptoms, he had an ear infection that required antibiotics.

I wasn’t taking any chances.

The Dr. couldn’t find anything wrong. They even tested his urine to make sure that he didn’t have a UTI. All they found in his urine was sugar.

He didn’t have ketones anymore. They had cleared out by around 11 AM.

Diagnosis? “It’s a virus.” Hmm, the doctor probably has no idea what the word virus means to me. A virus is what started the whole sugar fiasco in the first place.

The virus can bite me.

His sugars hovered in the 220-230 range yesterday, even though I kept correcting them. He spiked up to 372 once, but came back down to 220 fairly quickly.

He slept a lot and ate very little. Scary. He’s never still, even when he’s sick. So, to see him just lie around is a little unsettling.

This morning he’s about the same. I kept Tylenol and Motrin in him again all night. His sugars stayed in the low to mid 200s and his temp this morning was 101.4.

I’m just praying this all goes away soon. He just feels so bad.

Oh, and diabetes, it can bite me too.

How do I know if my child has diabetes?

My usual blog-readers (if I have any) will probably not find this post of very much interest.

This post is for those of you who may have found this blog through a search engine.

The most popular search that I have seen by which people find my blog is: “How do I know if my son/child has diabetes?” or “What if my son/child has diabetes?”

So, I thought that today I’d try to answer those questions.

First, the signs and symptoms of Type I diabetes:

1) Increased thirst: When someone has Type 1 diabetes excess sugar builds up in their blood stream. The high level of sugar in the blood pulls water from the body’s tissue, which makes them thirsty.

2) Increased urination: Because of the increase in thirst, they are drinking more fluids, which in turn, results in more trips to the restroom. This also may lead to bed wetting in children that do not normally wet the bed.

3) Extreme hunger: In Type 1 diabetes, people no longer produce insulin. Insulin is the hormone that causes sugar or glucose to enter cells. Glucose is what gives your cells the energy that it needs to perform the functions for your body. Because someone with Type 1 is not producing enough insulin to “feed” their cells, the food never reaches your tissues.

4) Weight loss: Even though people with Type 1 may be eating more, they will often lose weight. This is because the body’s cells are not receiving glucose. Because of this, cells die and muscle tissue and fat stores shrink, and body weight declines.

5) Blurred vision: A high level of sugar in the blood pulls fluid from all of the body’s tissues, including the lenses of the eyes. This affects a person’s ability to focus.

6) Fatigue: Because a person’s cells are deprived of sugar or glucose, they become tired and irritable.

A couple of other things that I have heard are: Diaper rashes that won’t heal with normal treatment. And, vaginal yeast infections in girls that have not yet reached puberty.


What finally got me to take my son to the doctor was his increased thirst. He would drain full glasses of water and juice only to beg for more. It wasn’t just a casual thirst either. He would beg for juice like his life depended on it.

Along with that, he began to wet the bed. This, I didn’t find too unusual. He was only 3 and even though he was potty trained, he had just recently begun to sleep through the night without a pull-up. I just thought he hadn’t quite gotten the hang of it yet.

When I did take him to the Dr, I found that he had lost 3 pounds. And, I never even noticed. Three pounds is quite a drop for a 3 year old.

And, irritable, yes he was. But, he was 3…

And, he did seem to be more tired than usual.

Thinking about it now puts a knot in my stomach.

If you have any suspicion at all that your child might have Type 1 diabetes, you should call their regular physician. He or she will be better able to advise you of what you need to do.

If Type 1 diabetes goes untreated long enough it can lead to Diabetic Ketoacidosis or DKA. DKA is caused when chemicals called ketones build up in the person’s blood stream. Ketones can cause stomach pain, nausea, vomiting, fruity-smelling breath, breathing problems, or loss of consciousness.

Some tests that may be performed to diagnose your child with Type 1 diabetes are:

---a urine sample may be taken to test for sugar or ketones in the urine

---a blood sample may be taken either by a finger prick or drawn from their arm to check to see how much sugar they have in their blood (usually a sugar higher than 127 when they haven't had anything to eat or drink for at least 4 hours or a random sugar higher than 200 is cause for concern)

---an insulin test can be done to detect the level of insulin in their body

---a C-peptide test can be done; C-peptide is a by-product of insulin production

For Riley, I tested his sugar at home first. I am a home health nurse and I have a machine I use to check my patient’s sugars. When I used this, it registered too high to read. That meant his sugar was over 500. I also used my dad’s machine, which registered too high to read also.

When we arrived at the doctor’s office the first thing they did was have Riley urinate in a cup. They tested his urine for sugar and found a large amount. Then, they did a finger prick to test the amount of sugar in his blood. It was 574. (Normal is usually considered 80-120)

From those two tests, it was determined that he did in fact have Type 1 diabetes. He was immediately admitted to the hospital. There they did test his C-peptide levels. And it was there that our journey with this disease began.

If your child does end up having diabetes, know that you and they are not alone. Every year 13,000 children are diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. There are over 1 millions American adults and children that are living happy, normal lives with this disease.

The task will seem daunting, but you’ll be OK. I promise. And your kid, they’ll probably do a lot better than you will.

I recommend these resources to get started with understanding this disease and how to best treat it.

Children With Diabetes

Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation

And, if you just feel the need to talk, email me. My address is in my profile.

Because I have a four year old

When Katie Couric told me about a “possible new treatment for Type 1 diabetes”, I sat on the edge of my couch wide-eyed with my hand over my mouth. I was in shock. Could this be it? Could this be the cure?

But, now, a few days later, I’m just cautiously optimistic.

I’ve read blog posts covering this. I’ve read some that seemed hopeful and some that seemed very doubtful. At times, I feel like I need to subdue my hope for a cure. Because, I hear many naysayers out there. The ones who say, I’ve had this for too long to hope. Or the ones that say I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment. And, I understand where they are coming from. But, I can’t help but believe that one day there will be a cure.

I’ve read as many articles as I could about this “new treatment” the last few days. It’s risky, very risky. I read one article where the guy said it wasn’t as bad as someone being treated for cancer.

But, I’m a nurse. Some times when you wipe out a person’s immune system, they die. If they get a cold, they die. It takes away all of their defenses.

Even though I’m a little mad with Riley’s immune system, I don’t want to see it wiped out.

On the flip side, I think it’s great what these researchers in Brazil have done. They have taken a huge step in finding the key to unlock the cure for this disease.

My hope now is that because of this research, someone else will find an easier, better way to alter the immune response.

After typing that, I feel a little more apprehension. Because, it’s got to be risky messing with someone’s immune system, right? And, if that’s what it takes to get rid of this disease….

Ugh, I hate myself for getting excited. I hate that I cling to every little bit of research that’s out there, hoping it’s going to be the cure. But, I can’t help it.

Why?

Because, I have a four year old that I love more than life itself.

I have a four year old that I watch lie on the floor with a blank expression when he gets too low. I have a four year old that gets very cranky because he feels like crap when his sugar is high. I have a four year old that endures needle pricks an average of 10-12 times a day and every three days I watch tears well up in his eyes when it’s time for a site change. I have a four year old, that because of this disease, statistics say that his life span will be 20 years shorter than the average person. I have a four year old that statistics also say will have some form of complication from this disease by the time he’s 23.

I have a four year old that when he talks about playing for the NBA, follows it up with, “But I hope I’ll be cured by then.”

And, a lump forms in my throat, and tears sting my eyes. And, I think, there’s got to be a cure one day. There just has to be.

Because, I can’t stand the thought of my child having this disease forever. I just can’t.

And, that is why when smiling Katie told me of these researchers in Brazil, I did a little happy dance.

Because I have a four year old with diabetes.

It’s as simple as that.

A cure???

"Stem cells taken from the blood of a few diabetes patients have "re-set" their immune systems, helping 14 out of 15 live for months and even years without insulin, researchers reported on Tuesday. "

Do I have your attention? Go here to read the whole article.

Oh my God, I'm so excited I don't know what to do. I'm trying to calm myself. I'm trying to not get ahead of myself.

But, do you know what this means? People with Type 1 diabetes have lived over a year without needing any insulin. People, not mice. Do you hear me?

They are not calling it a cure.

But, I can't help dancing around the living room and grinning like a fool.

Bullets and an interview

First, I want to share a few things with you and then I will get to my interview from George.

---Riley's sugars have continued to be good. And, by good, I mean he's had some highs and only a couple of lows, and, neither lasted too long. I got a neat chart from Kevin (yes, his name is Kevin, not Scott) It's an Excel program where I log Riley's sugars and it has this neat little chart and everything, but I can't figure out how to post it. Every time I try blogger tells me it needs to be JPEG or something. If anyone can tell me how to do it, I'd appreciate it.

---The Cubs beat the Brewers 9 to 1 last night. Go cubbies!!! Maybe this year is the year. (But, I say that every year.)

---Sunday Holden was playing basketball and a few minutes into it, I hear "Oh, no, he's turned his ankle." I turned around to see Holden lying on the court holding his leg and groaning in pain. I had to run around a fence to get to him. By the time I got to him there was a little lump forming on the outside of his left ankle. Some people helped me get him to the car which was only a few feet away. And, by the time we got to the car, the lump was now the size of a golf ball.

I took him home to put some ice on it and get a good look at it. By the time we got home (1o minutes away) I had to cut his sock off and the lump was now the size of a grapefruit and growing by the minute. I put some ice up there and wrapped it with an ace wrap and we headed to the ER.

They did x-rays and the ER Dr. came in and said it was just a bad sprain and should be well in a week or two. He gave him a brace and some crutches and sent him on his way.

The next morning I was at a patient’s house and a girl at the office paged me and told me I needed to call the ER. When I did I was told that the radiologist had read Holden's x-ray and thought he had an avulsion fracture of his lateral malleolus. (Or the tip of his fibula, one of the bones that make up the ankle.)(What is an avulsion fracture? An avulsion fracture is an injury to the bone in a place where a tendon or ligament attaches to the bone. When an avulsion fracture occurs, the tendon or ligament pulls off a piece of the bone. )

So, we then went to the orthopedic Dr. He said that even if it was fractured, that the treatment was the same as a bad sprain. So, it's in an air cast and he's still on crutches. His foot and ankle are still about 3 times larger than they should be. And, his ankle and heel have turned a lovely shade of purple. He has to wear the cast for 4 weeks and the Dr. said it will probably continue to swell for about 6-8 weeks.

---Tomorrow is Easter, which is my most favoritists Holiday. It is the foundation for the Christian faith. I serve a risen Savior.

---Tomorrow is also Michael's birthday. Happy birthday!! I love you!!!

Now, on with the interview. If anyone would like for me to interview them, leave me a comment with your email address and I'll get back to you. I will try to come up with questions that are as good as George's.

1. If you had to live in a State entirely by yourself, which one would you choose?

Hmmm, I haven't done much traveling and I've always lived in North Carolina. So, I guess I'd have to choose NC. It has the ocean and the mountains. It really is a beautiful state. But, my goodness, how lonely I'd be.

2. Have you ever given a name to something you own? If so, tell us about it. (Like a car or blowdryer not a stuffed animal)

A blow dryer? Yes, my blow dryer is named Vicki after an old boss of mine who only blew hot air. (Just kidding) No, I can't recall ever naming a piece of equipment.

3. Think back to when you were 10 years old. At that time, what did you want to be when you "grew up?"

This one is easy. I have it written down. I wanted to go to UNC Chapel Hill and after graduation I wanted to get married and have 2 children, a boy and a girl. I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. I don't know what kind of degree I wanted from UNC. I find it funny that I wanted to go to college, but then wanted to stay home with my kids. I guess it just shows how the importance of education was ingrained in me.

4. If you could have 30 minutes to interview anyone in the world, who would you choose? (They must be living)

OK, easy. It wouldn't be a world leader or a movie star, it would be my favorite NBA player, Adam Morrison.





I would love to interview him and ask how he manages all the day to day tasks of D while spending so many hours in the gym. I have so many questions it would be hard to fit into 30 minutes. Plus, it would probably take me 15 minutes just to find my voice. I can't imagine actually meeting him.

5. Name 5 bloggers that have touched your life and how. (in no particular order and not the top 5, just any 5. We do not want any hurt feelings in the OC) :)

OK, this one took a while to answer. And, they are in no particular order. Also, if you're not listed, it does not mean you haven't impacted my life. It just means that George narrowed it down to 5. All of you have touched my life in some way.

A) Kerri at Six Until Me is who got me started blogging in the first place. I was on the Children With Diabetes chat room and someone up there linked to a post. It was She Still Smiles. From that, I was inspired to start my own blog. So, I would say she's definitely touched my life, by being the reason I started this journey in the first place. Plus, I've been a faithful reader of her blog ever since. To see how well she's done and how successful she is, gives me hope for Riley's future.

B) Vivian at Danieldoo. She is who introduced me to The Diabetes OC. Once again, in the CWD chat room, I mentioned that I had a blog and Vivian was up there and linked me to her blog and also made me aware of the OC. I sent an email that night to have my blog added and the rest is history. I really don't know how I would have handled things if I didn't have this wonderful community to learn from and also to vent my feelings to.

And, Vivian is an inspiration to me. She has a child with D and a husband with MS. And, other children to take care of also. She has her down days like anyone else, but she always bounces back and handles those times with such grace. Also, she's started a website for families living with chronic illnesses , which I think is awesome.

C) Sandra at A Shot in the Dark. She was one of the first people to comment on my blog and so I started reading hers fairly early on in my blogging journey. I identified with her because I think we are both very compulsive, if you will, about caring for our children's D. Sometimes when I read her posts I find myself nodding my head and swallowing the lump in my throat, because I can identify with every emotion she is describing. Her love for both her children is so eloquently displayed in her posts

.D) Scott at Scott's Diabetes Journal. He's just so honest. He doesn't sugar coat anything. He tells it like it is, even if it isn't pretty. I love hearing his honest feelings on being an adult struggling with this disease. It gives me insight into how Riley might feel, but is not able to really articulate it to me.

E) Oh, I'm down to the last one, but I have so many more I want to talk about. OK, maybe in another post.

This is for someone who always makes me laugh, Carey at Up high...Down low. The man is just funny. He has a five year old with D and writes about things that I experience on a daily basis, but he somehow always seems to find the humor in things. I always like to see when a post has been updated, because I know I'm in for a treat.

Another endo appointment

We piled in the car Friday and set out for our 3-hour drive to Riley’s endo. On the way there, Michael and I made wagers again to see what we thought Riley’s A1C might be. His guess: 7.4, mine: 7.1. We were both wrong.

We got there and did the whole height and weight thing. Riley’s grown in inches, but not pounds. Then, she did the A1C test.

While we were waiting for the test, we went over the normal things, any recent illnesses, etc. We touched on school for a bit. She asked some things about the school. She assured me that since Holden had been there for 12 years and I used to go there and there are other kids there with D, we shouldn’t have a problem. I hope she’s right.

I wasn’t as antsy this time as last. I hadn’t really made as much effort to lower his A1C as I had at last visit. I was perfectly happy with 7.2. That’s about what I expected this time too.

Boy, was I in for a surprise.

She doesn’t like to look at my log of Riley’s sugars until she sees what his A1C is. She went into the other room where the machine was and came back in with a smile on her face.

“So, what do you think it is?”

“I really don’t want to guess, just in case I’m wrong”, I said.

“How does 6.6 sound?”

I nearly fell off my chair. I looked at Michael and said, “Did you hear that?” He was just sitting there with his mouth open. He couldn’t believe it either.

“Now, don’t get too excited”, she said. “I haven’t made up my mind if it’s good or not yet.”

Then, she poured over Riley’s sugar records. She always looks and makes adjustments if needed. But, this time, she took a good while just looking at them.

“I can’t find anything wrong”, she said. “I was really looking to see where you might be letting him run too low, but I just don’t see it.”

I told her he had an occasional low, and about 2 weeks before he had 3 or 4 days of lows, but I pulled back on his basals and things evened out. I then noted that his last low had been a 56 exactly one week prior.

“But, 6.6 isn’t too low is it?” Now, I started to wonder if I was damaging my child by letting his sugars be too low.

“Well, 6.6 is very low for a child his age. But, I really think he’s doing fine.”

“I’ve looked at his sugars and I think what’s helping is that when he’s high, you go on and give him insulin and get it to come on down. He doesn’t run high for very long. And, the fact that you test about a billion times a day, helps too.” She said the last part with a grin on her face.

So, we went out and celebrated Friday night. I broke my diet and ate a very delicious steak. Michael and Holden went to see 300 and Riley and I went to see Meet the Robinsons. If you haven’t seen it, you should. It’s a great movie.

I had a couple of days after the appointment where I kept second-guessing myself. Was I letting him run too low? But, then, I snapped out of it.

Like Dr. M said, we test often. Plus, Riley is very good at reporting low sugars. Even if he does go low, he doesn’t stay that way very long. And, well, darn it, I’m just glad that the sugars are like that now, because when he gets older and hits the teen years, who know what it will be?

But, right now it’s 6.6 and I couldn’t be happier.