The difference about yesterday was that Charlie and Cole had well visits at the pediatrician and I needed to pick up Charlie from school early. Not a big deal. We headed to the pediatrician and I have to admit it was kind of nice to not be at the Doctor's office for Luke... for once. The boys checked out perfect and needed to have some blood work done. They took 5 huge vials of Charlie's blood (which I had not expected). The poor kid was a little upset as any 7 year old would be, but nonetheless he was brave. Now, every time we go to the pediatrician the boys are allowed to pick out a snack from the little café from across the hall. Luke knows this. Charlie knows this. It is usually a bag of chips. Well, because Charlie was so brave I told him he could pick out whatever he wanted, so naturally he picked candy, skittles to be exact. Of course, Lukas asked for a treat and I said "no." I explained to him that Charlie was able to pick out a snack because of what he had to do in the doctors office and that Lukas doesn't get something every time Charlie does, especially if its for no reason.
Never in my life could I have been prepared for what was about to happen, should I have thought this decision about the snacks through a little better? Absolutely!
Lukas went ballistic! He started screaming at the top of his lungs "I want a snack!" I told him he could pick a snack, just not a treat. He continued. I told him again what was happening and that he had 3 seconds to pick a snack or we were leaving. He continued to cry and yell, so I paid for Charlie's snack, grabbed Luke's hand and tried to leave. At this point he dropped to the ground kicking, screaming and flailing all over the place. I could not believe my eyes! This was so completely out of character for Luke, I knew his sugar was high, it had been all day but I would've never expected him to act like this. I knew he would naturally be upset, but not this bad. He refused to get up, so I said "bye" and I started walking. He got up, chased me, began hitting me, and tried to flip the baby's stroller. Again, I was like a dear in headlights. I expected him to be upset about not getting a treat, but I was trying to teach him a lesson. You don't get everything your brother gets for no reason, you don't get a treat when your brother did something special as he doesn't get one when you do. You don't get presents on your brother's birthday and so on. And I most certainly was NOT giving in for any reason at all, high blood sugar or not.
As we proceeded through the halls disturbing every office and person in sight, I found a staircase where I sat Luke down and told him to calm down and when he was calm we could go. He would not calm down. Normally I would pull out his testing meter and check him but for some reason I was in shock and didn't get to it, it just didn't register in my head. All I wanted to do was get the keck out of there! Then a really nice nurse came out to talk to Luke. I immediately said to her in a panic he wants candy but can't have it because he is a diabetic and his blood sugar is high" ...wait, then it dawned on me. I checked his Dexcom receiver. It read HIGH with a flat line across the top not even giving me a number, meaning his number was over 400. But the good thing was, he was calm, at least for that moment. The nurse was so nice, she told Luke that she had diabetes too and her son also did as well and how there are certain times we can have a treat. All things Luke knows, but I could see in his face, it wasn't registering. I thanked her and she went back to work. And off we went to the exit the building with Luke screaming all the merry way. When we reached the lobby, I told Luke this was no joke and he needed to get himself together because we were going into the parking lot and he needed to be safe so he doesn't get hit by a car and end up in the hospital or dead. Yes, I told him he would die, I was desperate but not realizing how upset Charlie was getting. Charlie got very upset and said "mom forget it I don't want the skittles, just give him what he wants," and began to cry. I told Charlie, no way, and we went out the doors.
He held onto the stroller but was screaming the entire way, we got to the car and he would not get in hitting the car with his fists. I physically put him in and shut the door. He continued to scream and hit the windows. I roll all windows down and strap him in. He unstraps and gets out of the car. I strap him in again and check his BG. Its reading 434. Yikes! I correct him and wait for the insulin to start working. I call Will in a panic and tell him I can't go anywhere because I can't drive with him like this, he won't even stay in his seat. Will got on speaker phone and talked to him and he seemed to calm down a little bit. But not until after he threw his shoes at me and I told him the police would take him if he didn't stay in his seat strapped in. And guess what? It worked, at least I could get out of there. Poor Luke carried on crying for another 25 minutes and then just like that he was fine. He looked at me and said "mommy, I not crying anymore." Can you believe it? Jeez diabetes......
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