My life has not been my own for a few months. I have been blessed with unusually good health, strength and stamina to perform above and beyond with helping hands. Both my daughters experienced premature labor, and other health issues. I’m happy to say after months of worry, I have two tiny, but healthy granddaughters born within two weeks of each other. Both early, but with medicine to mature the babies’ lungs and an astute OB-Gyn to manage their care, all went well. We are amazed and grateful.
One thing that caught my attention was the protocol to take the premies’ blood glucose three separate times. The first grand-daughter’s bg’s were in the 50’s and 60’s. The second grand-daughter’s bg’s were in the low 70’s. It is a standard test for premature babies. Who knew that premature baby can have problems with hypoglycemia? The treatment is to simply feed the babies or provide sugar water. It is good to know that hypoglycemia is taken very seriously even in these early hours of life.
For diabetics, particularly type 1’s, being prepared with glucose tabs or some fast acting carbohydrate is imperative! This spring I was leading two older granddaughters on their first double ride with our pony, Bob. He was frisky and tugging the whole way. (Hint: a big glucose burner) We were a half mile from the house, taking a break to search for morel mushrooms when the LOW hit. I did have my glucometer, but store glucose tabs away from the meter to keep it clean and accurate. No sweets around. I told the girls, 4 and 6 year olds, that they might have to run and tell someone to bring my diabetic supplies or sweets. Just then my older grandson came riding up on his four wheeler and went to find my bag. I patiently waited with a BG of 48. He was panicked and couldn’t find my bag (not surprising I could not remember where I’d left them with my BG’s plummeting), but brought three kinds of cookies, some candy bars and a couple juice boxes. Well done! I didn’t feel too shaky and ate two cookies for the low and one juice box for my sensor showing two arrows down or fast dropping BG’s. I decided to walk slowly with the girls back to the barn. My husband came running up wild eyed with a large piece of carrot cake and demanded I eat it. I complied. I was saved this time.
Diabetics all know the moral of the story. Carry your supplies with you at all times. No exceptions. I usually do, but didn’t. How did this happen to someone who is known as one of the most prepared people on the planet? Simple. I was having fun. I hadn’t planned for a long, lead-the-frisky-pony walk. I answered the impromptu call of the woodland trail on a beautiful spring day to make memories with my granddaughters. I forgot I had Type 1 Diabetes. Memories were made, but not the ones I wanted. T1’s all have stories and this is mine. I’m fortunate it did not involve an ambulance ride...
For the morel fans out there...when word got out morels were on our son’s new property, the search began! That day produced eight and the next cold rain-sun combo brought more. Yum!