Lexi has had strep throat, but has been on an antibiotic for 3 days and I thought she was getting better.
Ally's soccer team made the tournament, so they had an extra practice scheduled last night.
We were rushing around in our usual..."get off the bus at 4, check BG, hurry up and do homework, eat dinner, put soccer clothes on and get to practice by 6" mode. Lexi was really cranky, I felt her and thought boy she feels really warm. Fever is 103*!!! How did that happen? She had seemed fine all day.
In the midst of this chaos, Jessi somehow fell and landed on her arm. She is a tough cookie, who takes plenty of spills. So, when she was complaining that it really hurt and her arm was just hanging there, I figured we'd better go have it checked out.
You see where this is going? My younger 2 girls, the non-D ones, were on the forefront of my mind...which is completely out of the ordinary. Ally is usually my first thought, at all times.
So, Keith and I traded off at the soccer field. He had taken Ally to practice. I arrived, traded him for Jessi, and stayed at the soccer field with Ally (and a cranky Lexi in tow) for the second half of her practice. He left for Urgent Care. I was worrying about Lexi's fever and trying to get her to drink something...anything! And I was worried about Jessi...she's usually so tough, but was really hurting :(
Soccer practice ended, Ally came off the field. First thing I always say is, "Let's get your pump back on." (We take it off for soccer.) I realized that Keith had brought her to practice and left in a hurry with Jessi. "Where is your diabetes bag?" (Which holds all the usual - blood glucose meter, juice, etc etc...oh yeah, and right now HER INSULIN PUMP!)
She says "Daddy has it." I panic....WHAT?!!? Now, it's bad enough when we forget her diabetes bag and are temporarily without her meter or fast acting carb, but her pump...that thing that keeps her alive???? We jumped in the car and I started calling Keith's cell phone and texting him. No answer. I decided to guess which Urgent Care he had taken Jessi to and drive there to retrieve the goods. As I pulled out of the park, my phone started ringing. "Keith! You have her pump!" He told me to calm down (that's a usual comment that he makes to me :) Then he said that the diabetes bag was sitting on the bleachers at the soccer field. Oh my goodness! We turned around and made our way back to the field. And yes, almost in the dark, we were able to retrieve the pump. (I decided not to lecture him about leaving a $6000 life-saving bag unattended on the bleachers!) All ended well.
|Jessi assures me that she will be able to hold her trick or treat pumpkin with no problem!|