Ah, Thanksgiving. Like most families, ours gets together to eat what can only be described as obscene amounts of food, watch football, and referee small cousins who do not like to share yet. Yes, it is a magical time in our home. Well, less "magical" and more "the kind of crazy you expect when a family gets together."
Yesterday was our first holiday with C on a pump, and it was great. With shots, someone's dinner was delayed so that C could get the insulin she needed, but now insulin is delivered with the push of a button. This little thing is genius. But do you know what it can't do? Estimate carbohydrates.
We still have to do that (come on, technology ... get with it). I do this through a method I refer to as "calling it." It's a difficult, highly scientific skill, really, requiring you to hover your hand about a foot over the plate of food, sense the carbohydrates radiating off of the food, then "call it" by saying out loud the number of carbs you have sensed on the plate. Complicated, really.
And yesterday I was terrible at it. She was way too high at bedtime, so I had to give her extra insulin, which means I had to get up in the middle of the night and check her. Yep ... I totally misjudged that one.
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