Thanksgiving has been an interesting Holiday for us in years past. We cook together, play games, and kill time until my Husband aka Daddy Warbucks is able to make it home from the trees. ( This is his busiest time of the year getting those Christmas trees on to the trucks and sent to the buyers all over the country)
This year I spent extra time planning and preparing to make it as "normal" as possible. Since this was the first year of Thanksgiving since Princy was diagnosed I knew I would need to tweak it a bit. We still had all of our regular foods, I just calculated out the carbs/serving size in advance. I made sure to have many snack choices throughout the day that we could nibble on without thinking. Spacing the meals apart to allow enough time in between insulin was the hardest part since we never really know when exactly Daddy Warbucks is going to be home.
He made it home, we had a beautiful feast, and it seemed as if we were going to pull this holiday off without any episodes. Woohoo! Then as everyone was done, Princy was still eating since she has dessert with her meal. I made a remark to everyone as they left the table that poor Princy has to sit all alone... She replies back, it's okay I am use to it. I could see a bit of sadness in her eyes, I think she puts on a strong front for everyone but I can tell it bothered her. We had small chat until she finished and then followed the fam into the front room to watch a movie. Now is where the explosion hit....Princy looks over to the end table where Papi's drink is and notices it's sitting on her picture that she has worked on all break. Yes, he couldn't get a coaster the paper was easier. Yes, I asked her to put all her homework in her room that morning and she didn't. Now, the explosion hits... She snatches it up, starts to tear up, crumples it up, and storms off.
Now, this really wasn't all about the drawing, it was more about her finally loosing it! She tries so hard to seem normal and just fit in that eventually she breaks. Which then in turn breaks my heart. When you combine those great pre-teen hormones with the diabetes it can be quite an emotional roller coaster.
Princy is now in her room pouting, sending me random texts saying not to come in her room she just needs time to regroup herself. With my oldest I would have allowed her all this time alone and eventually she would have just fallen asleep but, with a diabetic she can't just fall asleep without testing her blood. Of course her blood was not high enough to go to sleep so I had to coerse her into having something to eat. Of course for someone who is already upset with the world, the last thing she wants is her Mom sitting on her bed explaing to her that she needs to eat a snack.
After a bit of a struggle over the snack she finally decided to get her own snack and watch a little tv. She always gets this 2nd wind as I am ready to pass out. I kept her company for 3 more hours until she was finally ready to go to bed and then off to bed we went. I of course was back up in 4 hrs to test her BG. All good! Woo hoo... Back to sleep for me!!
