Just some randomness. Is that a word?

Emily's wearing her monitor! The trainer called me on Monday to set up the training session. She came on Wednesday morning and got us all ready to go!

I was so nervous, you would have thought I was the one getting the monitor. I WISH!!! I would take this disease and everything it comes with, I'd take it a million times. But it's not so, so I get nervous for my kid. I knew the insertion of the sensor would hurt and I told Emily pretty much what to expect, so she was scared of that part. But, once I tackled her and pinned her down and got the sensor inserted, she was totally fine! In fact, she forgot it was even on her. It's really small, probably the size of a quarter and it is attached to her by an adhesive. So when it was time to attach the transmitter to the sensor (it's what speaks to the monitor), she didn't know what was going on.

Anyway, we're attached, calibrated, and totally cool with the whole thing. The only thing that I don't like right now is the alarms and alerts are too quiet. Her glucose meter (the thingy I check her fingersticks with) beeps louder than this very expensive piece of equipment.

She went to bed low, so I gave her a little snack and watched her blood sugar rise on the monitor! Too cool! I began to freak out about not being able to hear the alarm if she went low, but she had a good number by midnight with a little arrow telling me it was still going up fast, so I went to bed. She had a good number when she woke up, so it went well it seems.

At this point, the monitor is 20 points lower than her actual blood glucose, which is completely fine with me. If the monitor tells me she's low and I check her and she's not, but on her way to being low, then I can catch it before it becomes and issue.

*insert huge sigh of relief here*

My little Avery JOY seems to be adjusting to this new thing, too. Yesterday, I had my friend and neighbor, Lori, watch her while we trained, and when I picked her up, she was very sad and clingy. And when I'd check the monitor, she acted like she didn't want me going near Emily. Almost like, "Hey, look at meee!" It made me sad. But, she rebounded very quickly, even though she refused to nap. The girls played (screamed and bickered) the rest of the day.

UNTIL...Daddy came home with a surprise! Both girls had been through a tough day, so we arranged for each to get a treat. He came home with Barbie dolls. The girls LOVE them! I really don't care about Barbies, I just never figured they would like them. Well, I know Avery would like them, but I thought maybe a few years down the road. Oh.my.gosh. they love them! They love to undress them and laugh at their booty cracks and Avery tries pushing on their boobies and then they bring them to me to re-dress, and then it happens all over again. Emily loves brushing Barbie's hair.

And one last thing, just to make you laugh... This morning on our way out the door to Emily's school Christmas party (in pajamas!) I went to put my shoes on and there was a SPIDER on my shoe! And a ladybug, but who's scared of a lady bug? A freakin' SPIDER TOUCHED my shoe! I threw the shoe (kind of-not really-but almost in the direction of Avery) and did a little dance. You know the dance: a tippity-tappity prancy dance. And I screamed. Emily just laughed and said, "Do it again!" Then I told her there was a spider on my shoe and she said, "Attack it!!!" Well, I don't normally "attack" spiders. If they're not actually coming at me, I go in the opposite direction and wait for the husband to take care of it. But, since this spider might go for one of the girls, I stepped on it. Gross, gag, crunch! Nasty!

So I wore sandals (with socks!).