Copyright by Brianne Sieberg. Powered by Blogger.

Just a Teaspoon of Insulin Helps the Carbs Go Down

It was Site Change Day, and it’s a routine that has become so second nature to me.

(The best friends a girl could have ...)

Every 3 days, Madelyn requires a fresh cannula and insulin reservoir in order to ensure proper blood sugar management. 

Think of the cannula like an IV, where a needle is used to insert a thin plastic catheter under the skin or into a vein. For Madelyn, her cannula is inserted just under her skin so she doesn’t have to contend with the pain of an intravenous insertion.

With the exception of showers, swim class and moments like this, Madelyn is tethered to her insulin pump by a thin tube. 

Her insulin pump is approximately the size of a credit card and runs on a single AAA battery. This small device fills in where her pancreas cannot. It is technology I am exceedingly grateful for and blessed that we were able to provide. Though it doesn’t completely eliminate the need, it has dramatically decreased the number of times Madelyn is poked with a needle. For a 6-year-old who has lived with Type 1 Diabetes for already half her life, this is a really big deal.

I fill her reservoir with less than a teaspoon of insulin. That is all that is needed to help her body digest her carbs, control her blood sugars and keep her healthy for three days. As she grows, this dose will change. But for now, this is it.

Less than a teaspoon is the difference between an active child and a hospital stay.

I load it into her pump, which signals Madelyn its time to place it. This has become a routine for her as well, as she runs up the stairs to her bedroom. I follow with her battery-powered pancreas set to report for duty.

“Ready?” I ask.

I watch as she squeezes a stuffed animal to brace for the needle. “Ready.”

I release the pod and the cannula is instantly inserted under her skin. A push of the button begins her continuous drip of background insulin, and we put the pump in her fanny pack that she wears 24/7 – even as she sleeps.

“I didn’t even feel that, Mom,” she says, puffing out her chest.

I smile, before sending her off to resume her childhood – playing outside, riding her bike, wrestling with her brother. Nick and I have shouldered as much of the burden of diabetes as possible because right now, this is her only job. The tools and technology we utilize to manage her diabetes allows her to focus on just being a kid.

No comments