Well, I survived. 11 days on vacation with his dad, and me having no control over Dylan's diabetes care and I made it. WE made it. Tomorrow they board a flight in Jamaica and return home with photos, memories, and a ton of pump data for me to analyze.
I can't say I haven't been absolutely sick with worry the entire time because I have. I have thought about about Dyl so much of every day, wondering how he's doing, how he's managing highs or lows, and how his carb counting skills are doing with all of the exotic food he's been exposed to. I've worried about the heat, the change in routine, and the extra exercise, not to mention the general worry about safety while he and his brother are in a different country without me.
Before he left, Dyl and I reviewed so many things, including temp basal rates (for heat and extra exercise), square boluses (for the all you can eat buffets), and pump storage while swimming (to prevent theft and to keep insulin cool). I knew he as ready; he went away with his school for 5 days in January and absolutely rocked his diabetes care, but the teacher in me had him review, review, and review again. I asked him to text me if he had ANY questions, and to update me once during the trip so that I didn't go completely crazy with worry.
Last Wednesday morning he called me, around 11:00am my time, or 1:00pm in Jamaica, ready to recite 5 days worth of numbers for me. Wow, what a trooper! At the time he called, I was boarding a tram to go up my local mountain and spend the day snowboarding with my daughter, so I asked him to give me the mini-version.
"Numbers have been good," he said. "A few 12's and 13's (216-234 mg/dl), but otherwise all in range. No lows." Three little sentences and I felt a massive weight lift off my shoulders.
"Are you having fun? What have you guys been doing?" I asked.
"Well, we went horseback riding yesterday, and this morning we went sailing and then jet skiing," he responded.
"Fun!" I said, "Liv and I are just about to board the tram to go skiing for the day, so I can't talk long."
"Aww, lu-cky," he said. That's my guy, always knowing how to warm him mummy's heart.
"Dude, you're the one in Jamaica!" I laughed.
That was the last I heard from him, but no news is good news. I can't wait to see him and his brother tomorrow!