Daughter struggled with Mother's Day yesterday, as many adopted kids do. She wanted to do something special for me, and it was hard for her. She wanted to make supper, and was easily overwhelmed. I had to talk her through it and provide some help when she became too overwhelmed. She made fettuccine alfredo with an easy recipe she found in a cream cheese cookbook. She wanted to add chicken to it, but it quickly became obvious that would be too much for her, and was grateful when I suggested it wasn't necessary.
I'm grateful for her attempts to make it a nice day, and glad I was patient enough on a Sunday evening to remain calm and supportive as she struggled. I wasn't grateful for the low she had later in the evening. She's had two relatively severe lows in the last week. If she wasn't so closely supervised, I'd think she was taking extra insulin again. Tomorrow night is the night she goes to respite. It will be interesting to see how she does. I have to confess, I'm a little less comfortable leaving her for the night when she's having this type of blood sugar issues. Fortunately, we both have cell phones, so she can reach me if necessary.