The story of a boy living with Type 1 and his family's journey to raise and train a diabetic alert dog.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Bedtime Alert

Last night when I was tucking Austin into bed, Bo hopped on Austin's bed as usual but instead of settling down to rest, he stood sniffing vigorously. I thought he may have been excited from the playtime we had just prior, so I tried to settle him and he started pawing me. It had been less than two hours since Austin's last bolus, so I didn't immediately think low. But when Bo continued pawing me, I asked Austin if he felt low. He said he kind of felt low, so I asked Bo if we should check Austin.

(Side Note: We always include Bo in Austin's blood sugar checks. We use the verbal cue 'let's check' and then based on what Austin's blood sugar is we will tell Bo that Austin is good; Austin is high; or Austin is low. Because we have not yet started training on highs, we only reward Bo with a low party when Austin is low.)

When I asked Bo if we should check Austin, he got all EXCITED! There was no question, he wanted us to  check his boy. He ran to the kitchen, where we keep Austin's diabetes pack, and he waited for me to get the pack and then followed me back into Austin's room to check. I checked Austin and he was 77. We celebrated Bo's alert with a low party. Austin breathed/ blew on Bo while treating him with pieces of hot dog. We 'treated' (no pun intended folks) Austin with a juice box.

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