So I nearly killed Max today...

Yes, I nearly killed Max today. Ok, maybe not killed him but defintely put him in danger. No exaggeration or drama here, just pure stupidity. This is where people usually tell me not to be so hard on myself, but it is hard when you make scary mistakes that could kill your son. It is not something to take lightly. And I do have to take every mistake seriously.

My mistake was simple: for every meal I have to count the carbs Max is going to eat, then I need to divide the number of carbs by 10. Then I take his blood sugar and see if there needs to be a "correction" according to the chart, and then add that unit to the calibrated number. (If this isn't making much sense to you, welcome to my world!!)

So Max's carbs was 109. Divide that by 10 and it's 10.9. Round that down to the nearest number, which is 10. His blood sugar was 165. According to his chart, he was supposed a correction of 1 unit of insulin. Add the number 1 to 10 and that means he should get 11 units. Ten units to cover the carbs and one unit of correction.

Except when I gave him the insulin, I gave him 17 units of insulin.

Did you catch my mistake yet??

I didn't even realize I had done this until a little while later when I was logging the numbers in our book. Something didn't look right. I looked at the numbers again. Searched my memory, looked at my phone, did some math and then I suddenly yelled, "Max, you've gotta eat some carbs!!! Quick! Get a Little Debbie!"

Instead of calibrating Max's carbs, I accidentally calibrated his blood sugar of 165. Divide 165 by ten, and you get 16.5. Add the correction unit of one and you get 17 units of insulin.

Do you guys realize now why I feel so incomepentent?? Just a little distraction when doing the math and it could be a deadly mistake.

Too much insulin sends his numbers too low, and depending on how low they get, he could seizure and/or go into a coma. I am so very thankful God nudged me to look at the numbers again. Thankfully we caught in time before he felt any effects. And he was very happy to eat extra carbs. That is perhaps the funny side of the story (I always try to find a funny side if possible, it helps to laugh.) He got to eat an extra corn dog and a Little Debbie and it made up for his insulin.

I checked his BS (blood sugar) again later, and his numbers were a bit high: 170. But better too high than too low. And he got some treats out of it too.

So keep us in prayer as we continue to adjust to this. It takes so much focus and time.