Despite one of the worst nights imaginable last night, E is in France and well. He fought low numbers all morning despite being on a lowered basal AND a 75% temp basal, and we have yet to hear his level tonight. But he's been in good contact with his dad, and all seems very settled. He *has* texted to say he's having a wonderful time. Which is worth everything.
The worst night imaginable came from how wrong simple things can go: set change, and suddenly he can't re-connect the little pipe, having fiddled a little and unclipped it. He can't and can't re-connect. So poor thing has to start over. Remove this one and do another. But something goes wrong with that too. Tired, packing, apprehensive. All falls apart. Third time lucky and all is in, but he is wrung out like a wet rag, and we are nearing meltdown with frustration and helplessness that he has to do this and we don't/can't.
He comes upstairs though and says he's okay, alright, though I'm thinking if I were him I wouldn't be. He packs, we talk, and he goes to bed.
In the night, as I say on the other thread, we wake to this huge bang bang. The pump has fallen down behind his radiator, and in his sleep he's trying to recover it. I imagine the set being pulled out, or at the very least, not working...This doesn't happen though. As the morning goes on, from his texts clearly all is well.
Part of the stress last night was the sheer thinking through of what needed to be brought with, how to store it and when. The fact that he needed to remember to store the insulin in the fridge. Does his dad bring a set change too, or is that just silly? What bag will he carry his juice and glucose in? Can we fit it into his luggage? Will he remember to shift this stuff actually into the bag on the bus?
I *thought* I'd worked through everything, so that the packing would be smooth. But I hadn't, as what he wants to do also plays a part. So we had to make it up as we went along, come to agreements, leave the little bits, stress the big ones...Sigh. It was all I could do to keep from texting him every half hour this morning. But I resisted.
This afternoon I returned from a lunch out with my daughter, and went straight to sleep. I'm assuming, have to assume, that all will be okay.