This year was my first Mother’s Day with an outside-of-me baby. On Mother’s Day my aunt had a huge dinner at her house with so…much…food! I decided that, since I’ve been doing so well with my low(ish) carb diet, and since I’m such a fantastic mother (IMHO), I would treat myself to a “Cheat Day” and eat whatever I wanted. Not as much of whatever I wanted as I wanted….but some of whatever I wanted.
It was delicious.
I ate homemade rolls and hashbrown casserole and my aunt’s nearly-famous ham balls in some sort of sweet & sour sauce.
I ate jello. Orange jello with pieces of fruit in it.
I ate homemade applesauce.
I ate rhubarb pie – the creamy, custardy kind. With ice cream.
I ate some sort of puddingy cakey whipped-creamy dessert that can only be described as decadent.
I ate. A lot. And it was good. So good.
But part way through the meal, something happened. While my bolus was ticking away, I got the familiar pump vibration on my hip, and looked down to see the nastiest of all nasty pump messages: “No Delivery”. Fabulous.
The problem with the “No Delivery” is that you never know if your infusion set actually let some insulin through before the problem hit. It takes a couple of units of “pressure” before the “No Delivery” message kicks in, so at the point that the message appeared, I may have had 2-3 units and I may have had none.
As I was in the middle of feeding my face (hmm…some of these latest posts are making me sound a bit gluttonous…I’m really not), I figured I’d give it another try. I punched in the bolus again and my pump started counting up the units again like a happy healthy little pump. Yay!
But then another vibration and another “No Delivery”. Not so yay.
So at this point I changed the infusion set. I had no idea if I had six units or zero units at this point, so I tried to pick a nice happy number in the middle, punched it in and waited. This time it worked. Whew!
As it turned out, I either had gotten virtually no insulin in the first two attempts or I had grossly underestimated the number of carbs I had actually eaten. (The latter is at least as probable as the former.) My bloodsugar ended up quite a bit too high that afternoon, but a quick correction bolus took care of that…
…just in time for me to head over to my Grandparents’ house for dessert. 😉
Yeah, that’s right. My Grandma wanted to have us over for dessert that evening. I was significantly more restrained there, but still managed to put away a couple of different sugary treats. *Sigh* I miss carbs…
So, while it wasn’t exactly a roaring success, my Cheat Day was definitely enjoyable, but also a good reminder of why I don’t eat like that every day!