He has fallen off of playground equipment; fairly big falls over the years. A fall off the top of monkey bars when he was 4 years old with a blood sugar of 43 resulted in a scraped up contused, screaming Joe and a shaken D' Mama. I was a novice then; a novice "pancrent" dealing with a 5 year old Bridget, a 4 year old friend of Joe's, and low...injured...less than tolerant Joe. He was also low during "The Concussion Incident". I don't know if that low made him more prone to falling off the slide or not. I cannot help but wonder though. It must always be taken into consideration during our day-in-the-life. Always.
A few days ago while sledding...
Joe and his pals had found a little stream at the base of the sled hill. The ice was thawing. The combination of mud, ice, and water was inviting the boys to build dams with ice chunks, throw ice chunks and to explore the path of the water and the ice chunks. The stream was directed under a two-laned country road via a large drainage pipe. It was perhaps a couple of feet in diameter.
You can see where this is going...
Per my usual, I am paying some attention to the boys antics but am not overly involved in micro-managing their play.
During my neglect, I hear Joe's peers calling his name in an "echo-y" fashion. I look over to see them all hovered around the drainage pipe. Of course my kid...my Joe ... my kid, Joe, who has diabetes is on his hands and knees crawling through this icy, wet, muddy drainage pipe.
Now, most moms may be a bit hacked by the wetness and mud that they are gonna have to contend with after such an expedition. Some moms may be cool with such and adventure. Me? Well, I was cool with Joe exploring the pipe. But. You want to know what was going through my head? The first thing that popped up was "please Dear Lord do not let him realize that he is low in the middle of the crawl through the pipe." You know those lows that his legs and body stop "working". I was imagining pulling "The Wounded Soldier" through the confines of the space to access Joe's oral cavity with glucose.
He made it out without incident. Muddy and wet, he ran over to to me. He felt low. He was 31. It was a bad one.
Thankful for a near miss in our day-in-the-life with diabetes.