Monday, January 24, 2011


Sleepover: It is a like a four letter word to D Mothers and Fathers the world over.

J didn’t have his first sleepover until he was in 5th grade. Why I agreed to let B go on his first sleepover at the tender age of 9 is completely beyond me.

He has these giant, gorgeous brown eyes. I’m a sucker for the eyes. I swear when he asked me he looked exactly like this…

As I was driving to meet B after school with his suitcase...I pondered, (with my obvious lack of sane reasoning)…B will be celebrating five years with diabetes this year. He has officially, this month, approached the point where he has lived more life with diabetes than without. He is my responsible one…he always remembers to bolus for dinner, if I forget to count the carbs he reminds me. He calls me at lunch everyday…he rarely forgets. He deserves a sleepover dagnabit! (Yeah, apparently I'm an old coal miner when I ponder...)

But no matter how much I reasoned with myself, my heart wasn’t feeling it. Driving to the school was like driving the green mile. All my anxiety came to the surface. It was like diabetes was sitting in the passenger seat insisting I pay attention to its tantrums. It wouldn’t shut up! It kept screaming in my ear…lalalalalalala…I tried so hard to tune it all out!

I hate it when I have to think about diabetes. I hate to have to think about the walls and complications it surrounds me with. No matter how ready B was for this sleepover, diabetes was going to make it complicated. And it didn’t help that he was having lows again lately.

The lows we had a couple week ago preceded a “false start” sleepover. He was supposed to spend the night at this friends then, but at the very last minute, his friend’s father got the flu. The two days leading up to this false start B suffered from terrible lows. I changed basals and it seemed to fix everything, but what do you know…two days before this new sleepover date, the lows returned.

Excited much?

It was all he could think about. All he could talk about. He and his friend spent every minute they could planning the fun they would have. So I did what any mom with an itchy trigger finger would do…I lowered every one of his basal rates across the board before he left for school that morning. Let him be high! Keep him safe I say!

So when I finally made it to school after a ride that I swear felt like 5 hours…I checked B before leaving him and found a “lovely” 62 in front of me. Some juice and a FREE 40 carb carrot muffin at his friends found him to be 88 at dinner. UGH. Would the fun EVER end! He ate out with the family and had ice cream after and called me at bedtime with a 270. I gave him half the correction the pump suggested and let him go to sleep.

He said he woke up the next morning feeling low. He said he ate a pack of Yogos that were by his bedside and then checked himself an hour later. He was 200 at this time. Was he low? Who knows…but I’m proud of him for taking the initiative and listening to his body. It was precisely the reason I let him go on this adventure. Well, that…and his little boy’s mother is a sweetheart. I knew she would take great care in making sure all was well with B.

This was one of those times. One of many that I just held my breath and jumped. B was armed with a cell phone in his pocket, (which I called three times and texted twice,) a blood sugar monitor clipped to his belt loop, a bag of Yogos in his pocket and juice in his suitcase. I gave his friend’s mother a piece of paper with our phone numbers, a list of times he needed to check his sugar, and another list of times when he needed to call me. I also wrote out these words, "Under 100 is a low, he needs to eat a snack. Over 20o, he is high and needs insulin. Don't be afraid to call me! :)" That is the extent of it all.

It is never as easy as it sounds, but the smile on B’s face when I picked him up made it so worth it. He proudly exclaimed as he jumped in the car that they should do that “every weekend.”

Yeah, these 20 grey hairs I grew this weekend don’t need friends buddy. His friend can stay at our house next time.

But I did it. He did it. We did it.

I’m exhaling as I write.


  1. So awesome that he got to experience it!

  2. High 5 D Momma! You rock and B rocks! Be proud of those grays - they add character.

  3. Letting go is hard for all moms, even harder for the d-parents. I'm glad he had such a grand time! I'm glad you trusted him.

  4. I can only imagine your nervousness--I felt anxiety just reading about it.
    I cracked up on your line--"Yeah, these 20 grey hairs I grew this weekend don’t need friends buddy. His friend can stay at our house next time."


  5. That's a big step for both of you. He is a responsible boy, make sure you tell him how proud you are of him and that with being responsible with his disease means he can gain more freedoms.
    Marty will stay in touch, Kelsey..."Mom who?"

  6. Yay for all of you! That's a huge deal. Maybe the next time will be a little easier? Or maybe not. But it's still great that you let him do it, and kudos to the other mom too for taking it on. Yay for sleepovers!

  7. Oh I am so excited for you and proud of you.. of course I have a while before I have to worry about sleepovers but I love the simple approach to the care with his friends mom. He is old enough to vocalize which is a plus (in someways :) I am so proud of you!!

  8. Bravo you wonderful D Mama! Sounds like he had a blast and chalked one up for his responsibility. So proud of him - and YOU too - for doing it and doing so well!

  9. Woo Hoo! I am glad everything worked out so nice for you! I am dreading that first time she spends the night.
    He sounds like he is very responsible you must be proud!
    Kelly Harp

  10. Very cool story. I'm sooo happy it was a success!!! Makes me smile BIG!!! You're such a cool D-mom...for all of us!!! =)

  11. That's great! I'm thankful we're not there yet, however my mother-in-law did ask when he could stay with her for the entire day. I'm not even ready for that. Someday. Someday.

  12. I love, love, love reading your blog, I am so glad I found it. It sounds like he made some fun memories, I am happy it worked out. Good Job D mom, way to go!

  13. Meri, once again YOU ARE MY HERO! If you can do it...I know that some day I will be able to do it too. I can so relate to the painful car ride with D as a backseat driver..getting in my head and stuff. I'm so proud of you and SO PROUD of B!!

  14. You. Are. My. Hero. :)

    so glad he had a good time and he didnt amazing!!

  15. I am waiting for Joe's first sleep may happen this spring at his BFs house (whose mom is my BF)...GOD HELP ME. It has been a long time coming though.

    Glad it went well and that he was such a happy boy! I'll color your grays for ya Meri...I bet we all have quite a few coming. LOL


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