Our morning started off nice, opening stockings with the girls and enjoying a breakfast casserole that I had made the night before with some lemon bread.
Before long, Jocelyn started getting pretty fussy and was obviously tired. We decided that since she had been sick, we would let her sleep as much as she wanted, so we put her down for a morning nap (even though she gave those up a couple months ago.) We then let Jenna open her gifts. Well, we didn't make it far with that before we got the call.
The call would be from my sister (via my mom since we didn't get to the phone when my mom tried calling.) Amy was obviously upset and asked me to drive over to Mom and Dads immediately because something was wrong with dad.
*Side note: I live 5 blocks from my parents and Amy lives about 15 minutes.
All I got from Amy, before putting the phone down and grabbing my keys, was that "mom couldn't get dad to wake up."
I drove straight to my parents with blurred vision from immediate crying. Good thing we live as close as we do!
When I got into the house, I found my mom "force-feeding" my dad.
For those of you who don't know, my dad is a Type 1 Juvenile Diabetic and has been for 30+ years.
Long, long, story made short, his blood sugar got super low. It was 47 when we checked it after getting some cheese and Hershey Kisses in him. It was most likely lower than that. Being that 120 is average, you can see how this can be very dangerous! My mom had let him sleep in that morning but started getting concerned when she kept trying to wake him up and he just wouldn't get up. Then he got to the point where he wasn't really responding to her.
My mom was trying to feed him, but he couldn't figure out why she was doing that and he just wanted to go back to sleep. He actually started getting upset with her because he didn't want to eat. When his blood sugar gets that low, he just isn't "aware" of what is going on. We managed to sit him up a bit, against his will, and gave him grape juice. He then ate an entire plate of breakfast. He became a bit more "coherent" but admitted that he still didn't feel normal. So, we tested his blood again. It had went up to 59 which is obviously better, but still very low!
I stayed with them until dad was able to get out of bed. When he got out of bed, he could tell that his body had been through a severe insulin attack because he had very little energy.
After some talking, laughing, and crying, I could tell dad was better and mom agreed that he was "back to normal."
The funny thing about the whole thing is that during the worst part of the ordeal, he was talking to my mom about a contract that needed to be signed. Mom had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and knew he needed food ASAP but he kept telling her that it needed to get signed.
When we asked him about it later, he acknowledges that he remembers talking about a contract, but that he has no idea what it meant. Later that day, when the family all got together for Christmas, we all had a good time joking about "the contract."
Dad and Jenna, only 5 hours after the insulin attack. He looks pretty good huh?
My dad is Jocelyn's favorite (other than mommy.)
Although, she does well with my mom's motherly affection.
The "kid-table." How nice of mom and dad to sit with them, while the "big kids" sit at their own table.
The original Humfeld Family. Oh, how sweet!
1 comment:
I'm glad your dad is doing better. That's a wonderful picture of the Humfelds!
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