The only thing easy about caring for a diabetic child is picking out a snack. Stay away from high fructose corn syrup and tons of added sugar and there are a ton of appropriate choices.
Fruit, popcorn, cheese puffs, graham crackers, most kinds of crackers, fruit strips, yogurt, milk, cheese, veggies and dip…the list goes on.
And if you balked at providing an appropriate snack for my child, why don’t you come over and see what the rest of the day is like.
Four + fingers pricks a day.
Did you go wash your hands? Did you actually use soap? Go wash them again.
Four + times that you hold your breath waiting for the beep and the number to appear.
Is she high? Is she low?
Four + injections.
Make sure you rotate injection sites because you don’t want crystals building up under the skin or infections.
Trying to get food on the table for a hungry toddler who isn’t completely self-sufficient while also trying to check the diabetic’s finger, count-weigh-measure her food, figuring out the correction and dosage based on carb intake at that meal, and give that injection before more than half an hour lapses from start to finish.
Oh, and then there’s worrying that her BG might drop during the night.
It’s awfully quiet in there. Is she okay? Should we check her?
Or adjusting dosages because her numbers have been too high or too low lately.
Keeping meticulous records of BG’s, dosages, and carb intake at meals.
Calling St. Louis to recite a weeks’ worth of numbers and try to recall the current regimen (1/2 unit per 50 over 200 BG, plus 1/2 unit per 10 g carb at dinner and breakfast if it’s a school day or 1 unit per 15 g carbs at lunch and at breakfast on non-school days. And 2 units of Lantus at bedtime.)
And trying to get prescriptions filled, all eight of them. And the insurance is denying coverage yet again because they will only give x number of needles in x amount of time, but we use both pen needles and syringes, and do we have to call for an override again?
And taking her to the ER because she vomited and now her ketones are high and so are her sugars. But you can’t get a hold of your husband and it’s been three minutes since you paged him and the grandparents have just left town and who is going to watch the baby? And you finally get there and there’s no parking and there is a line and she throws up again in triage and the nurse can’t get the IV in her tiny arm and has to try the other one.
Nope. Snack time is a breeze. No finger prick. No injection. Just 15 grams of carbs. She gets to feel like a normal, healthy child when she sits down next to other kids at the snack table and doesn’t have to worry about all that other stuff.
And that is why I am upset. Because someone was “uncomfortable” providing an appropriate snack for her.
And because someone tried to blame her child’s whining (her words, not mine) on my child’s diabetes and restrictive snack regimen.
I’m thankful that her child, and all my daughter’s other playmates, are perfectly healthy and capable of eating more than 15 grams of carbs at snack time (including juice which has 15 grams of carbs per 1/2 cup) and get to feel normal at every meal. And have not lost their innocence.
Yep, if all I had to do was provide her with 15 grams of carbs at snack time, life would be a breeze.