Today, I made yet another diabetes parenting mistake. We were at lunch with some of Sacha’s friends to celebrate his sixth birthday. It was busy, loud, and my wife and I were trying to be gracious hosts with the kids and other adults, while also keeping an eye on Sacha’s intake of milk, pizza, and birthday cake. Pizza is always a flashpoint for Sacha – he loves it, but it causes elevated blood sugars for prolonged periods – and after weighing a portion and determining the overall carb count, I laboriously typed in a combo bolus. The restaurant was dark, it was hard to see, and I was in the middle of a conversation with another parent.
Five hours later, his blood glucose was 485. I checked his bolus history, and realized that somehow, I’d messed up the combo bolus; it hadn’t gone through.
I reflected this evening on all the mistakes I’d made over the last four years of Sacha’s diabetes. Once, when he was on shots, I mixed up his long acting and rapid acting insulins; that was a six hour hospital stay. Another time, I overdosed him on rapid, and we dealt with it at home. Countless times, I’ve miscounted carbs and wrongly dosed…messed up pump insertions……forgotten to prime…etc.
It’s one thing to make a mistake on yourself. Quite another to make it on your little boy. I looked at his face carefully this evening while explaining that daddy had made a mistake with the insulin pump at lunch…what was going through his mind ? How does a little kid process that kind of thing? What does it do to his sense of trust?