This afternoon, we were at the local science museum, waiting for a show to begin in the planetarium, and we'd heard the announcement loud and clear.
"Ladies and gentlemen, once the show has started, you may exit the planetarium, but you may not re-enter. For security puposes, the doors will be locked to those in the Science Center outside of the planetarium."
Two minutes later, just as the show began to play, Madeline tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I have to go potty."
Just before we'd entered the planetarium, we'd suggested all three kids use the restroom. "I don't have to go," Madeline had insisted.
"Can you hold it? Or do you have to go badly?" I asked.
"I really, really, really have to go," she whimpered.
"Besides, this is boring," she muttered under her breath.
I knew it! Her bladder wasn't calling. She just wanted out. Funny girl, my Madeline is!
We didn't leave.
About twenty minutes later, Jack whispered, "I feel low."
At that very moment, the planetarium was dark, not like movie-theater dark and not like middle-of-the-night dark. It was pitch black. As dark as dark can be! There was not one star shining above us. We could not see a thing. Not a thing!
"What should we do?" Gregg asked me in a hushed tone, knowing that if we went outside to test Jack, we wouldn't be able to get back in.
We'd tested Jack before the show started, and he was at 138, but that didn't mean he couldn't have dropped.
Jack's D kit sat on Gregg's lap, but even as the stars began to shine again, there was still no way Gregg could see well enough to test Jack.
About 90% of the time Jack says he feels low, he actually is low, and he'd fought a 58 and a 63 already today.
Considering the day's trend, we decided to assume another low and figured we could correct a high after the show, if need be. Gregg unzipped the D kit, felt around for a package of fruit snacks, found one and then gave it to Jack, who gobbled its contents.
We watched the remainder show. Madeline fidgeted and chatted throughout, but I couldn't blame her. The show really was boring. It put Jack and Max to sleep, and I almost dozed off myself.
After the show had ended and we'd woken the boys and left the planetarium, Madeline still didn't need to use the restroom, and Jack was just fine. We tested him immediately and 170 popped up on glucometer.
We'd made it!
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AWESOME call...when I was reading the post I was thinking of the same solution. I don't like to blindly treat lows, but have done it in those dicey situations when checking isn't an option or is going to be extremely difficult.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a lot of fun. Happy Monday Heidi and family!
We were recently at an IMAX show and my daughter complained that she felt low.
ReplyDeleteI used the little light on the meter and tested her. It wasn't completely dark in there though. She was low and I gave her a juice box.
Ironically we were in St. Louis getting her insulin pump and planned on having lunch about 20 minutes late so we could watch the movie.
Best laid plans always go awry.
Nice call! I would have done the same thing. I'm glad everything turned out ok, and glad you didn't have to be on lock down for leaving!
ReplyDeleteWay to handle a tricky situation!!! I can't wait until my little guy can tell me when he feels low! For now its such a blind drive with him.
ReplyDeleteI've done the same thing! If you're wrong, then you can just correct that high later! Good job mom!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments!!! It's nice to know that others would have done the same thing!!
ReplyDeleteWe've totally done that, too! Sometimes you have to go with your instincts and experience.
ReplyDeleteThat Maddie! No wonder Jess loves hanging out with her! :)