My kid’s are almost two and a half now. They’re more mischievous every day. For the most part I like that fact because since we stay home all day, most days, well, we need some entertainment. That’s why we dance around to this and this, move the mattresses from their beds to the living room to do “gymnastics”, and have messy tea parties will real milk and cookies. Sometimes though, things happen and I’m once again reminded of how people with diabetes really need to be extra prepared than the rest of the population.
Saturday, I was changing Aurora in the kid’s bedroom while Henri was busy in the living room with a Lego tower. I finish up and head out when I realize the door is locked. Henri has pushed the lock on the other side of the door and locked his sister and I in their bedroom. I have just given insulin for breakfast, am in a nightgown, the apartment maintenance crew is out for the day, and Alex is at work. I don’t have my phone or usual glucose tablets on me, either.
I start knocking on the door, praying Henri hasn’t gotten into trouble when I hear him giggling on the other side. “Henriii…unlock this door please! Push the button, baby, please!” More giggling. He knocks on the door playfully and runs away. Then he comes back and knocks again, giggles, and runs away. I hear him jumping on the couch, having all kinds of fun. Aurora figures out what’s going on and the drama queen falls on the floor crying, her hand over her forehead like a damsel in distress. Oh no, she’s like her mom. “Aurora, it’s ok, your brother is going to open the door-Henriiii open the door! Push the button, Henri, push the button!”
This goes on for thirty minutes and finally, Henri unlocks the door. I rush out and chug 16 ounces of apple juice. Aurora and Henri embrace. They don’t like to be separated. I don’t like that I was so vulnerable. The lock has been switched out and Alex has shown me how to pick it. Next time, I’ll be prepared. Because I’m sure there will be a next time.