Three days ago she was in the 60’s, just before school let out for the day. It happened again yesterday, and once last week.
Tuesday, to be exact.
As I’m sitting here, I’m acutely aware that twenty-six minutes ago, she was due to the office for her lunch check and bolus. I haven’t gotten a call from the nurse, so I’m assuming everything is okay. Three hours from now, I’ll know if the basal change I made to avert those afternoon lows is showing signs of helping.
Basal Thinking: It’s how my brain works.
Whether life is swirling around me at 100 mph, or plodding from one day to the next, this baseline thought process is constantly running through my mind. Much like basal insulin...it’s there, in the background, regardless of anything else.
Sometimes I have to stop myself from speaking my basal thoughts out loud. When ordering lunch, “I’d like some chicken salad on a bed of greens and a correction, please” might cause a little confusion. Likewise, “I’m going to the grocery store to pick up some milk, bread, and 40 carbs” could make a friend pause during a telephone conversation. “Yesterday we had the best time at the park and 123mg/dl is a number that makes me happy” (which is completely true, by the way.)...I can already envision the blank stares. “You’ll need to increase the oven temperature and the basal” when sharing a favorite recipe? Nope.
When my husband had a shoulder surgery scheduled for 1 pm, I sat in the waiting room wondering how we’d manage diabetes if she couldn’t eat or drink anything for thirteen hours. While in labor a few months after her diagnosis, I watched my baby’s heart beating around 140 bpm on the fetal monitor, and hoped the friends who had graciously agreed to help us with were seeing the same numbers on her glucometer. Recently, I had an outpatient surgical procedure, and the first thing I remember after waking up in the recovery room is that I was asking someone to tell me how my daughter’s blood sugar was doing.
It’s just there – in my subconscious all the time.
Wendy Rose has been a Registered Nurse since 1995. After spending most of her career at the bedside in the Emergency Room, the Post Anesthesia Care Unit, and Labor & Delivery, she currently works from home as a Pediatric Telephone Triage Nurse.
Wendy’s oldest daughter was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in 2005, at the age of 24 months and Celiac Disease in 2008, at the age of 5. Wendy herself was diagnosed with Celiac Disease in 2009.
Balancing the demands of her daughter’s blood sugar management while maintaining a gluten free lifestyle; on top of her role as wife and mother; in addition to maintaining her nursing career can be a challenge at times. She documents her family’s journey at
Wendy and her husband, Jason, have been married since 2000. They have three daughters, ages 8, 5 and 4. Wendy also has a 14 year old step-daughter. The family resides in the Sonoran Desert with their rescue dog, Ivy.