Can you tell I’m excited?
Ain't that a cute little butt cheek? :)
So, here’s what happened. Just before we were getting ready to leave for our Pump Training and Saline Start, our absolute favorite CDE on the entire planet, Tami, called to let me know that something came up, she wouldn’t be able to do our training, but a very nice, very competent CDE from the hospital was going to handle our training. Maybe you remember her? Karen? Anyway, because of this little change in plans, she said, we were going to go directly to pumping insulin today.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!, I said. I think I may have been jumping up and down at that point. Definitely squealing. Possibly even hyperventillating. I can't remember exactly. I may have passed out. Maybe.
Now, I was actually planning to try to bully our way right to pumping insulin (skipping the saline trial) if at all possible, because I was absolutely certain that I was ready, and I just DID NOT WANT TO WAIT. I’d been rehearsing my talking points and my Pleading Mommy Face all morning. After all, I’d read every piece of written material that came with the pump, including the 10 lb User’s Manual cover-to-cover, went through all sections of the on-line tutorial, had chatted with other on-line D-Moms about the Pod, and had already downloaded the CoPilot Health Management System and OmniPod interface software on my laptop. I even tried to investigate the CoPilot program without any data to look at, which it didn’t really like all that much. (Can’t wait to fiddle with that particular gizmo).
But, I was sure I was READY, and, as it turns out, I was. Totally. As certified by a Certified Diabetes Educator named Karen, who actually remembered me from the “Beyond Basics” diabetes class she taught and I attended almost a YEAR ago. That’s my kind of educator. Turns out, Tami had warned Karen that we were “smart” (heehee), and we proved her right. Despite having two kids training along with me (Karen was cool enough to provide two additional PDM’s so T-Bear and BroBear could go through the programming process along with me, which they TOTALLY rocked at…she could barely keep up with them), we were fully trained, pumping insulin, and outta there inside of two hours. Karen said it was the quickest training she had ever done. Huuuuuaaaah!
So, we’re pumping insulin! Woohoo!
I’m very comfortable with the basal, bolus and corrections we programmed (I even specifically requested we activate the "reverse correction" feature, which, I think, earned Brownie Points with Karen), but, still, we’ll be testing BG every two hours throughout the night tonight in case of lows. Testing every four hours tomorrow night. Reporting BG and dosing daily for a few days. Chatting with CDE’s and tweaking the programming if needed. But, I am very confident that we will be pumping flawlessly by the weekend. Comparatively. ;)
And, how’s it working so far? FABULOUS! On the way home from our appointment, JUST BECAUSE WE COULD, we stopped off at BK and got fries for snack and BOLUSED IN THE CAR! Woooohoooo! It was soooooo Effing COOOL! NO NEEDLES! NO VIALS! NO ALCOHOL SWABS! NO CALUCLATOR! NO BALANCING ALL THAT CRAP ON MY LAP WHILE I’M TRYING TO CALCULATE AND DRAW A DOSE AND GET MY SON TO SHOOT UP IN THE CAR JUST SO HE CAN HAVE A FEW FRIES! OMG! I’M SO HIGH ON PUMPING!
(Deep breath). Okay, I think I’m okay now. Coming down. Very, very slowly. It may take awhile. A couple of days. Or weeks. Maybe even months. I’m so relieved and happy.
Back to life, now.
I’m still really high from pumping.
I’ll probably come down about 4:00 am when I have to get up for the fourth time to test T-Bear.
See you all tomorrow.