I’ve never had a babysitter who understood my life with type 1 diabetes. I never really had my parents understand why it was so hard to manage my diabetes. To this day, they see my dexcom and question why my numbers fluctuate that much!
I love this post below from “My Lazy Pancreas.” Have a read for yourself! (and of course, let me know what you think!)
Tonight I was babysitting two kids, one of whom has type 1.
I tested him post dinner, then before bed, then an hour post bed because he’d been running around like crazy and I had a gut feeling he would shoot down.
I was right. 15 point something down to 6 in an hour,
This boy is still very newly diagnosed and on injections (syringes), so I tried to get food into him to keep him stable overnight…
Anyone who is a parent of a child with type 1 or who has worked on type 1 camps before knows that this is a lot easier said than done. Kids get distressed, they don’t seem to know who you are or why they’re being asked to drink orange juice and crackers in the middle of the night – and who can blame them? I wouldn’t want a nanny forcing juice down…
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