Forgotten Again

Another busy morning, rushing to get us all completely ready and out the door at the time when the three at-home girls (Katelyn, Emily and I) are usually taking kids to school in our jammies. This time it was to go to the zoo on a Kindergarten field trip. We were running kind of late, I was in my usual panic, but it all worked out. Got Zachary on the bus to ride with his friends, got Justin to MS before the tardy bell, got on the road to meet up at the zoo. We were all happy and excited.

But then Emily was mega-high at lunch. Again. As I analysed, trying to figure out where I'd gone wrong, I absolutely couldn't figure it out. Honestly, even though I'd forgotten her shot realtively recently, that day I didn't even ponder that possibility. I gave her a small lunch, so she wouldn't go hungry, and then struggled all day with her. Poor kid. She'd been looking forward to the zoo for about a month, counting down the days until she'd wear her matching orange zoo t-shirt and go see all the animals with her big brother. And now here she was, and she just felt so lousy. She kept crying that she felt low. Not uncommon when she is extra high to mistake it for a low. But heartbreaking because I couldn't fix it with a snack like a low could be fixed. We drank lots of diet coke, and made lots of trips to the bathroom, and made the best of it. Emily is great at making the best of it . . . a skill I am lacking, but trying to learn (from my three year old, no less -- have I said it enough times how proud I am of her?!?).

Imagine my surprise when I got home, and was tidying up from the morning frenzy, and found a full syringe on the counter!! I was so horrified. It is one thing for my sweetie to be miserable all day because of some fluke in her body chemistry. But because mommy forgot to inject the insulin I'd so carefully calculated? I was sick. And by then she was better.

Forgotten

Last week was a really hard week. I was dealing with a lot of emotions having to do with my oldest son (15 yrs old) having a girlfriend, and finding out that things were even more serious between them than we thought. And I was driving said son to and from Lifeguarding classes which was an hour round-trip each time dropping off and picking up (so two extra hours of driving on top of all the driving kids around I always do). On top of that, my oldest daughter was having a crisis with her eye. She was diagnosed with Intermediate Uveitis, which is an inflamation of the inner eye. It can be really serious, and she had an appointment in Houston with a pediatric opthalmologist on Thursday, so I was worried sick about that all week -- but aparently hers is not critical right now, although she might still have some recurring problems, right now we can breathe.

Then Friday I had a terrible day. Everything fell apart in the morning, with kids being cranky, kids forgetting important things and needing me to run them by their school, etc. Then I was all off schedule, and made it to my kindergartener's field trip so late that I missed eating lunch with him which was the whole purpose of going, and when I tested Emily so that she could eat lunch with me, she was so high the meter couldn't register it!! I was kind of freaking out, and couldn't figure out how she got so high . . . until I realized that I FAILED TO GIVE HER HER MORNING SHOT!!! So yeah, she had a reason for being so high. And it really stunk because being high makes her need to pee, and the bathrooms close to the playground were broken, so we had to hike a half-mile across a mosquito infested field (I got 7 bites). Then after being there for just a very short time I felt that I needed to hurry home so that I could call the diabetes hotline to find out what I was supposed to do. I got some good advice, got her stablized, but I couldn't get past it. I felt so defeated all day. I just kept wondering why Heavenly Father thought that I could handle all this.