'Normalcy'

Finally! Thanks to a few days of antibiotics, we have some 'stable' numbers again in Miss Sisi. That was a long two+ weeks, and I'm so happy we're currently out of that trend. Even her night numbers have been fantastic (in the 120-150 range). Actually last night we'd had such a nice trend we decided to try the whole "test at 11pm and let her sleep most of the night if it looks good" idea. Now in theory, this would've worked like a charm. Her number was slightly high but I knew it would come down after her snack finished working it's way through her system.

Ahhh, the promise of sleep!!

Naturally that means I couldn't sleep. And then something crashed in the house (we have no idea what it was, maybe the cat knocked something over in the garage) and it woke Sierra at 3am and scared her, so we tested again (170 woohoo) and then she stole my spot in our bed and I was banished to her Rapunzel draped twin bed. Nah, it's ok, her bed is actually pretty comfortable and being squished into a queen with my 6'3" husband and a wiggly toddler isn't my idea of a good time anyhow.

Regardless, I'm still just happy she's found (we've found?) some sense of normalcy and accuracy with her dosing again. That in itself is a huge deal.  She's also been a little better about getting her shots, still sort of squirmy and stiff but she doesn't whine about it daily any more - yes!

Frank is attending a pump class at the hospital tomorrow afternoon, it's step 1 in a process that has who knows how many steps - but it's one in the right direction either way. I'm interested to see what he'll report back to me so we can start this process. There's quite a bit on the road map for us over the next couple of months, and this is just one piece of the pie.

Max is turning 2, we have a trip to Maui to plan (sort of plan.. I guess his company did the bulk of it - even better!), and figuring out our dog situation is on the agenda. Not that this means we'll have one in a few months - but let me expand.

My dog of 13 years, Luna, passed away a few months ago. She'd been with me since I was 18 and was a doll with my kids. Sierra misses her very much, and talks about her constantly. She actually took her death very well ("Oh, wow, well, I'm sad. But dogs get old and sometimes they die. It's ok."), but within a day or two she was already proclaiming that we were going to just go ahead and get a NEW black dog named Luna. I told her maybe when she was 5. She's holding on to that for dear life. Yesterday she drew a picture "for the dog I'm getting when I'm 5. I told everyone!". Oooh man.

We've been looking into the idea of what is called a Skilled Companion Diabetic Dog. We found the program through earlyalertcanines.org and wanted to jump on it! These dogs stay in the home but help detect highs and lows (primarily lows) in diabetics by scent. Amazing right? Dogs are so cool. Anyhow, the diabetic in question needs to have been diagnosed at least a year (October for us) and you jump through several hoops to make it happen. To this point, we felt like we could do that. They all seemed achievable. Until I dove into the 'one week of required training' part.

Now, I'm more than willing to do training - unfortunately, JUST ME leaving this household for one week sounds pretty much impossible. Frank would need to take an entire week off and day to day is sort of my territory. That's a lot to just pass off for an entire week to someone who is  capable but doesn't DO it every day. Moms out there you'll know what I mean. Frank's no rube, but he doesn't do the grind - I do - and it took me a while to get here myself.

So now, we're not too sure. It may just not be in the cards, as amazing as the program and dogs sound. We're now tossing around the idea of adopting a career changed Guide Dog. That'd be pretty sweet. I primarily want a non-puppy, well trained dog. I have two kids, one of which is diabetic, and the last thing I need is an unruly baby-like pup who requires a ton of training and babying. A big dog we can handle, I can handle, and the kids are big enough to take walks with me and help fill dishes. Either way, at some point it will be nice to have that presence in our home again.

Anyone out there have experience with a diabetic dog? Should we not be tabling the idea just because of a week of hardship? I don't want to be lazy, but I don't want to get us in over our heads, either.

'Til next time, thank you for reading my ramblings!