"JUICE! There's juice in her bag. She needs juice. Give her juice!!!!"
"Well she's drinking another Capri Sun and she just ate a cheese stick. They were on the trampoline. She came in and told me she was hungry, but when I turned around, she was going down fast. I could see it happening. I just knew something was wrong because she looked so bad."
"I'll be right there."
I yelled to the two 4 year olds who were playing in my living room to get their shoes and get into the car. I grabbed my phone, and called Tiara's playdate to let her know I wouldn't be home at the time we planned. I rushed as fast as I could -- up the hill and around the corner.
THIS ad kept flashing in my mind.
When I arrived, an empty juice box sat crumpled in front of her, and she was finishing a little pack of Skittles. In the blink of an eye, her color improved, she hopped off the bar stool, and was running off to play with her friends with a BG of 115.
Then I remembered about dinner in the oven and the boiling pot on the stove.
Life goes on.
Switching gears is hard sometimes.
One minute, I'm in fight or flight mode -- adrenaline pumping, heart pounding, palms sweaty, focused, and intent on saving the life of my daughter.
The next minute, I'm thinking about dinner.
Just like that.
If my blog were to be turned into a TV show, it would be a series called "Switching Gears". Each week, a different blogger from my Cookie Jar would be highlighted, and the entire DOC would chat on FB/Twitter while watching that week's episode.
It would be a pajama party every day :)
Wait. Did I just switch gears there?
Okay. I wasn't going to do it. For some crazy reason, I decided this evening to join in on National Health Blog Posting Month. Somewhere between flight and flight, dinner, and bedtime -- yeah -- I decided to jump on the bandwagon.
So there ya go. Day 2...check.
This post was written as part of NHBPM – 30 health posts in 30 days: http://bit.ly/vU0g9J