Tomorrow is my son's birthday (Kortnie's little brother), Kortnie asked what time Graham was born. I said something like 6:30am, she got out his baby book to look, she came across something I had written about how I found out I was pregnant on Halloween day and the conversation went like this....
Kortnie: How'd you find out you're pregnant on Halloween Day?
Me: I peed on a stick and it told me.
Me: That's how you find out, you pee on a stick and it tells you if you are pregnant or not.
Kortnie: Oh! Just like ketones!
Me: Um, yeah, just like that.....but better
Things only a Type 1 Kid would think of.
And yeah, peeing on stick and finding out if you are pregnant is way better that peeing on a stick and finding out you have ketones.
She looked thru his baby book further and read what I wrote about him sleeping for 22 hours straight after he was born and not eating, the nurses poked his heel and he had low blood sugar and so they poured sugar water on my nipple and stripped him down and made him cold so he would wake up and eat.
She thought that was the meanest thing and is now concerned about him having low BG when he was a brand new baby.
I also think of that often and wonder if it's some kind of omen that he'll get T1 or Hypoglycemia someday too, of course back on his birthdate I didn't know that stupid T1 would be a part of our lives someday. Kortnie's bday is in June also, in November after she turned 5 and started Kindergarten is when she was dx'd with Type1. Graham's bday is in June, he's turning 5, he's starting Kindergarten, I'm scared that in November he will also be dx'd with T1. I know it's kind of an irrational fear, but I am scared, nervous, and on edge about it. I wish November would hurry up and come and go and no diagnosis for him too. Am I crazy, or do other mom's worry about this too? My husband doesn't want any more kids because he's afraid they'll get Type 1, but he's not worried about the other 2 kids we already have getting it. I guess we both have our crazy, irrational fears.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
In yesterday's mail there was finally a letter from Kortnie. As you know she's at Diabetes Camp AZDA right now. We dropped her off on Saturday and I was kind of hoping that by Monday she'd have written a letter, and that we'd get on by Wednesday. Well, Wednesdays the mailman came and went with no mail from her. Not only did I not get a letter on Wed., but nobody else did either. Sigh. So Thursday came and I ran out to the mailbox as soon as I hear the mailman out there, and yes! there was a letter from her. I was so excited, I ripped open the envelope and read it out there crying and smiling. I came in the house, texted Brian that we got a letter, and also took a picture of it and posted it to Facebook. Brian quickly called to hear about the letter. I read it to him over the phone. It took me a few minutes to get myself together and read it to him because I was crying so much. I'm a crier, he's used to it, sometimes it makes me crazy though.
Here is what she wrote, I typed it up using her spelling and grammer. Gotta work on that.
hi mom, dad, Graham & anastasia. What are you doing I miss you so!!! bad I would write more ov these! but I don't have more spac (she only used 1/2 the page, LOL) on Saterday I went swiming on Sunday I rode a horse by my self it was fun. I went swiming agen on Monday. Tusday we went rock climming. and I made it to the top it was fun can send you more envelope for I can write you gise one more time. Love Kortnie
Note to self: Next year send more envelopes addressed to me! I'm so happy that she misses us so!!!bad I am so happy she's having so much fun. I hope she got a picture of herself on that horse and rock climbing. I hope she's using her camera. Her Grandma got her 2 of those disposable cameras each with 27 pictures. Its going to be hard to wait to get those photos developed. I don't know if anywhere up here does 1 hour prints from those. I think it might have to be a 2 or 3 day thing. I'm used to instant photos these digital days. It'll be easier waiting for those pictures than it was waiting for mail from her or waiting to go pick her up. I wish she'd have written about what she's been eating or what her blood sugars are. Those are the things I've been worrying about most, she's a picky eater (what kid isn't?). I guess if she didn't write about her blood sugar's than they are okay or they are not making a big deal out of the bad/good numbers, which is good because I want her to have fun and I do trust that there at D-Camp her numbers will be monitored and handled.
I am also kind of excited to see that my husband is worrying some and missing Kortnie too. I knew he'd miss her, she's his buddy, but I never think he worries too much. He doesn't deal with the minute to minute-ness of diabetes as much as I do. He is a hardworking dad and husband. He works 50+ hours a week and is gone from 7am-6:45pm, 5 days a week. I do 99.9% of Kortnie's diabetes stuff: site changes, night checks, carb counting, doctor visits, insulin configuring, etc. It's not that he refuses to do it. He just isn't home for alot of it and in the scheme of things it's just easier for me to get up and do the night checks (I set an alarm for 2:30am, it goes off, I get up do the check, go to the bathroom and back to bed...if it was him, the alarm would go off, he'd turn it off and go back to sleep, I'd have to kick him to wake him up, it would take 5 minutes, he'd finally get up, go check her, come back and then I'd want to know what her number was and what he did about it....see easier for me to do it myself, LOL) Anyways,
most some of the time I feel like he takes it for granted that I do everything, he doesn't ask about her numbers too often, although the past few weeks he has been wondering what her numbers are more often, seems he asks me about the 8pm and 10:30pm numbers most often, of course those are the ones he's home and awake for. On his days off he does check out her numbers and attempt to do some measuring/carb counting and is getting better at it (I like him to do it MY WAY, not his way...he's getting there and I'm learning to let him do it his way more often) . While we were gone to Laughlin, we called our other 2 kids every day, but there was no way to call Kortnie, we were pretty much told not to by the camp and we were struggling to follow the rules. One evening after talking to Stasia and Graham he said to me, "I wish we could call Kortnie". On the day we dropped her off, I cried and cried, he had his sunglasses on and I know he was sad too, but I didn't get to see if his eyes were tearing up too, I bet they were. Yesterday when he called to hear about the letter I could tell over the phone he was a bit choked up too, but he was laughing type of choked up. That was sweet. Last night when he got home he looked over the letter and got a little teary eyed and said he wishes he could go with me to pick her up. I told him I'd have her call him as soon as we got in the car. That made him so happy. It was good for me to see his feelings, not that I'm glad that he's kind of sad and missing her, but glad that I'm not alone in my feelings.
Even though it's been a LONG week, it's been a good one. Brian and I got to spend a much needed weekend away just the 2 of us, marriges take work and I tend to get busy with kids (and Diabetes) and he gets put on the back burner. It was good to put us on the front burner and be reminded of eachother. I got to spend some extra quality time with Stasia and Graham, Stasia really needs that. I got to make some really Carby dinners and not worry about what Kortnie's blood sugars had been all day. Admittedly Stasia and Graham got to eat more junk more carefreely than usual. No not necessarily a good thing for them, but hey, they need to live it up a little too, right?
This time tomorrow I will be on my way to pick up my girl. I am so excited, I can't wait to hear all of her stories and adventures, about the new friends she's made and about how she wants to go back next year. I really hope she wants to go back. One girl we met on drop off day was a DC, diabetic counselor, she told us she'd been going to Camp AZDA for 11 years ever since she was 7. I know that Kortnie is the type of personality that could grow into being a DC and I hope she continues to go to camp, foster these friendships, and become a DC someday. If she has to have Type 1 Diabetes, I hope she does something good with it.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The time has come. She's been waiting all year for this. Back in January I asked Kortnie if she would like to go to Diabetes Camp this Summer. She would turn 8, 4 days before camp and 8 is the age you can start going. She thought about it for a week or so and asked me a few questions and then she told me that YES, she'd LOVE to be able to go. Around March is when Registration opened up for Camp AZDA. The Camp would run a whole week, June 9 - June 16 and would be located around 3.5 hours from home near the town of Prescott, Arizona. I started the registration process, dang there were a ton of questions, but they were all good questions and totally relevant to what goes into taking care of a Type 1 Diabetic kid, I paid the $50 registration fee. She was accepted to camp, received $85 worth of financial aid and we rounded up the other $615 needed to send her to camp. Her Grandparents (my parents) and Great-Grandparents (Brian's Grandparents) paid for her camp fees. Her Grandma (Brian's mom) bought her a few things that she needed to pack for a birthday present. We spent a week before camp packing and discussing. I was nervous. She was nervous, but more excited than nervous. The camp booklet said that she didn't need to bring any diabetes supplies, no insulin, no test strips, no meter, no poker, no low snacks, no syringes, no alcohol wipes, no ketone strips, the camp would provide everything. I had a hard time not packing those things for her. I was worried about her not having access to her meter at all times. I understand that they probably didn't want kids to be burdened with carrying those things around and not have to worry about them losing their meters or getting them mixed up with other kids. Still, she and I both had a hard time not packing at least her meter and strips and a glucose tabs. The camp did ask that she bring pump supplies, just in case they didn't have enough to accommodate everyone. I felt better that I got to pack at least some of those. :) A week or so before camp she began emailing with 2 girls who we knew would also be first timers and in the same cabin as her at Camp AZDA. That helped ease her mind and increase her excitement.
My husband took Saturday off so he could go with me to drop her off at camp. I realized that he was nervous too. Somehow that made me feel better. Since Kork's diagnosis we have not been able to go away overnight together. It's been a hard 2 1/2 years, it took us a long time to even leave her with a babysitter so we could go on a date. We figured that while she was gone away to Diabetes Camp we'd send the other 2 kids to his mom's and we'd go on a little trip ourselves. We planned to drop Kork off Saturday afternoon and then continue on to Laughlin, we'd stay until Monday and then come back home so he could go to work. I took the 2 kids to Grandma's on Friday night, came home, got a good night's sleep and we were on the road by about 8:30 Saturday morning. The closer we got to Prescott the more freaked out I got. Kortnie was bouncing around the backseat talking non-stop. I could tell she was nervous and excited too. Her blood sugars usually run high when she's like that. We started the day off with a 200, I gave her a breakfast bolus and upped her basal rates by 20%. Around 11am she was 115, a great number. At 12:30pm when we stopped for lunch (we were about an hour from camp drop off) she was back up to 257. We had Subway, gave her a huge bolus and upped her basal rates 50% for one hour. I was starting to tear up at this point. After lunch we found camp, got her signed in, filled out papers and someone took us to her cabin. Her cabin was smallish, you go in and turn right into her room-Aztec (turn left into another room Hualapai), 4 sets of bunk beds with name tags on each one. She found her bed, a top bunk! She found the beds of the 2 girls she'd been emailing with. Also each girl was assigned a shelf unit to unpack their clothes onto. There were 2 other beds, one for the counselor and one for the "med staff" that stay with each of them. Also a shower room. In the "middle" common area were 2 sinks and 2 toilet rooms. It was comforting to see ketosticks on the sink and sharps containers on the shelves :) It was a big stuffy and hot in the cabin. I hope they open windows while there, I'm sure they will. After we saw the cabin we were going to go to the Arts and Crafts cabin to spruce up her name tag, but we were told that the bus from Phoenix was arriving and it had her roommates and counselor on it. So someone whisked her away to go meet the bus. Brian and I stood back and watched. It's a big to do to welcome a bus full of campers. I could see how happy Kortnie was, she found Sugar and A.K.. right away! The group of campers was taken back to their cabin, Brian and I followed behind and that's when I really started losing it!
I posted on Facebook the picture I took and how I'd just dropped her off and how freaked out I was, I got lots of supportive comments. But I tell ya, my stomach hurt, I had a headache and it took about an hour for me to stop crying. I fell asleep for a little bit. Brian and I got to Laughlin, got checked in and started to relax. We called our other 2 kids at Grandma's, we slept in the next morning we ate breakfast, we strolled the riverwalk, we laughed and reconnected, we tried not to talk or think about the kids. That evening we called the kids again and went to dinner. At dinner Brian said to me that he wished we could call Kortnie too. I was glad he said it, because I was thinking about it too. I was glad to see he was missing them as much as me. I was glad to see he was as nervous about letting somebody else take care of Kortnie as much as me. It was one thing to drop Stasia and Graham off with Brian's mom, but a whole other ballgame to drop Kortnie off at camp with strangers, especially when so much goes into her daily care. We knew that the camp would take care of her, we knew she'd be surrounded by other kids and adults with Type 1 Diabetes as well as medical staff and the people with out T1D would certainly be knowledgeable. We knew she'd be okay and have fun, but that
On our way to camp this was one of our conversations:
Kortnie: "I don't think you've ever left me for a week"
Me: "I have never left you for a week."
Me: "Actually I have never even left Stasia and Graham this long, they are gonna be at Grandma's 3 nights, I've only ever left you guys one or two nights and that was before you had diabetes" "I'm gonna miss you guys, all of you"
Kortnie: "I'm gonna miss you guys too, but I think I will have fun"
Me: "yep, you'll have fun"
Kortnie: "If I like camp, can I go again next year"
Me: "Yes" I was really thinking, "oh brother, I'm a mess now, let's not start talking about next year already!"
Anyways, we dropped her off, she was brave, she was ready to go. I cried, but I got myself under control. I had a fun time with my husband, it was just what we needed. I slept till 9am the first day and 9:20am the second day. I didn't have to get up and check blood sugars in the middle of the night. It was kinda of nice. When we left Monday afternoon to go home, it was weird knowing that we were only going to pick up 2 of our kids, not 3. Kortnie's little brother (almost 5) has asked for her 3 times since we picked him up. I miss her like crazy, it's weird to have 2 kids and not 3 at home. I am counting down the days until Saturday when I go get her. I'll cry then too. For now, I'll just be wondering what her BG is and wondering what she's doing and waiting for a letter in the mail. I didn't get one today, sure hope I do tomorrow, and if I don't get one tomorrow, I hope someone else does and they call me and tell me. She took envelopes addressed to us, Grandma Linda, Grandma and Grandpa Hess, and Great-Grandma and Bompa.