Thursday, September 30, 2004
Hunter had one of his insulin reactions last night. I sort of knew it was coming. Everytime I think, "Hunter hasn't had an insulin reaction for awhile" he usually ends up having one within a couple of days. Perhaps it's self-fulfilling prophecy, maybe it's Heavenly Father preparing me, but either way I wish I never had that thought, cuz then maybe it wouldn't have happened. Nevertheless, it did. We always check his blood right before we go to bed, around 11:00 or so. He's blood sugar was high so Mark corrected and we went to bed. I was a little nervous because the pump gave him a pretty big dose of insulin but I figured with the number of times Noah and Denver are out of bed, I'd be up during the night and would recheck his blood sugar then. So, around 1:00am Denver came toddling in and woke me up. I got him settled back in bed and checked Hunter's blood. He was at 74 which is a great number, but because I was nervous, I went ahead and gave him some juice. I debated for a long time about reducing his basal rate, but decided juice was better, and then went back to bed feeling confident he would be fine until morning. At 3:00am I was awakened by Hunter's blood curdling screams for me and quickly slugged Mark to wake him up and went running for Hunter. He didn't seem too out of it and I managed to get a tube of glucose gel in him really fast. We checked his sugar and got the following readings--74, 56, 370 and 135, all within 10 minutes. Your guess is as good as mine. His screaming got worse and worse, so finally Mark gave him some glucagon and within minutes he was coming out of it. He wanted Aunt Kak-Kak as soon as he came around enough to speak and after a ham sandwhich and a few hugs he was out cold for the rest of the night.
Of course, that made for a rough day for me, fighting the depression of knowing this wasn't the last time, that there's nothing I can do to help him or make it stop, that I won't always be there to help him, that he'll always struggle with this, etc. etc. It doesn't help that I was extremely tired and exhausted from a busy night--thanks to Noah and Denver also being up several times. Codependant that I am, I dealt with the stress by cleaning the house like a madwoman and trying to be too busy to feel the pain. It pretty much worked.
Hunter, on the other hand had a great day and got to go on his first field trip with kindergarten. They walked to the local fire station and enjoyed a demonstration with the firefighters including a chance to use the firehose, sit in the cab and watch a firefighter in full gear crawl across the floor. Mark went with and seemed to have had a pretty fun time himself. Hunter asked a lot of questions (thanks to Daddy's encouragement) and even found out what kind of ice cream and cookies they like, for his beloved Kak-Kak.
For dinner I was too tired to make a big meal so I waited until Mark got home and he helped me whip up another new recipe--some really good soup. This is a small recipe, so if you are going to make it for more than two people, you'll need to double it. But it is very simple and fast and really, really yummy. And. . .it's great for Fall and cold winter nights.
Ham-n-Swiss Soup
1-1/2 Tbsp. butter
1-1/2 Tbsp. flour
1 (14-1/2 oz.) can chicken broth
1 cup chopped broccoli
2 Tbsp. chopped onion
1 cup fully cooked ham, cubed
1/2 cup whipping cream
1/8 tsp. dried thyme
3/4 cup shredded swiss cheese
In a saucepan, melt butter; whisk in flour until smooth. Gradually add broth. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Add the broccoli and onion; cook and stir until crisp-tender (this only takes a few minutes). Add the ham, cream and thyme; heat through. Stir in the cheese until melted. Serves two.
posted by Shana # 10:56 PM 
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