Justice is wild. He jumps, he runs, he climbs, he dances, he skips, hops, slams, bams, and any other verb you can think of. But of course its not scheduled. Hes 8. He does these things when he sees fit.
When I know activity is coming IE; going out to ride his bike, play tag, run track, gym, recess, I can plan accordingly. Either with some snackage (Biggahs word), and or a decreased temp basal. And let me tell you...we have been ROCKIN it!! Gym, recess, track, lowest I have seen are 70s!
Buuuuuuut...when he randomly springs off the couch toss' his WII remote or book, and starts chasing his baby brother because "hes a turd! and wont leave me alone!!", that I cannot plan for.
|This is actually a low of 47 on Synsyre's birthday. (Bike riding).|
I have basal tested extensively. If he sits, chills, and does "normal" activity his bg stays put, but for the strenuous, crazy fuckin activity well....we adjust on an individual basis.
See if I run him on a decreased basal all day...he would be high,without a doubt. But if he decides to dance crazy for a few minutes on a regular basal, well its crash and burn.
My kid is very sensitive to activity. VERY!
Today was shit. For the first time in 4 days we had a low under 65, and not just one but 3.
They wiped him out. I let him eat like a savage cause I saw that's what he needed. It took a good hour to get him up to 87.
All this from well....being an 8 year old boy.
While he lay on his bed coming up from his low, while I'm noticing all the lil brown spots his sites have left behind, I hear...
"FOR MY NEXT BIRTHDAY, ALL I WANT IS A CURE".
I'm not gonna lie. Things have been pretty good. I don't mean bgs are perfect, or D isn't being its normal fucker self, but I feel like I have finally accepted it fully, learned to deal with a number and just move on. Ive calmed actually. I've taken my frustration and put it towards advocating, and helping newly diagnosed families.
I'm more.."I'm a D mom, my son is a D superhero, and it is what it is. D, don't fuck with me".
But today? Days like this? I want to cry. I want to beat D to a bloody pulp.I see my baby's weak body, his bruised fingers, his black and blue from a weird site, and I hurt. I hear him tell me how bad his body feels, how he just wants to be a kid...
All I want is to take this pain away from him. To make it all better. Id take his place in a heartbeat if I could.
Today sucked. I pray tomorrows better.
And I pray that birthday wish comes true.....
|D-Boy I love you.|
(Last week during that low pictured above Justice asked me to let him record. This is D boy..low. )