As an update to my Saturday night/Sunday early morning fiasco, after talking to his endo and waiting the 2 hours, Cale was back down to 142. PHEW!!!! However, he did wake up at only 47...can you say over correction?? So I gave him his breakfast right away and then his bolus and I was off to care for Auntie Lauren's kitty cats again. An hour later, I get a call from Pat, the pod actually came off of the adhesive, which was still attached to Cale's tummy. Let me tell you, going step by step over a cell phone on how to attach a new pod is not high on my list of fun things to do. But it was done and all was well. At least until that night. Cale and I were at a Cub Scout Dinner and right smack dab in the middle of eating, as I was going to give him his bolus, the Remote (as we call it) beeped and announced there was a communication error and that insulin delivery has been interrupted, change pod. Are you freakin' kidding me?!?!?! So we left our half eaten dinners and raced home to put a new one on. If you are keeping count, that is 5 pods in just 24 hours. Ironically, our rep emailed me this morning asking how things were going, I rambled out a decent reply and hopefully some replacements will be forthcoming.
A little setback, nothing we cannot handle. Something we don't want to handle, but "Such is Life". I am not discouraged and I am trying to keep it positive for Cale. It is a new week and hopefully everything will return to "normal".