"Mom, I don't feel good."
Leah popped her head out of the water during swimming lessons to let me know she was feeling low.
3...2...1...and the meter read 35.
It's those moments that I feel like I can't get the juice box open fast enough, that a few seconds takes what seems like an hour as your heart drops to your stomach.
A juice box and glucose tab later, she wanted to get right back in and swim. Every time she went under water and took longer than the other kids to come up I felt sick to my stomach.
Its times like this I think...what if she hadn't felt it? How low can you possibly go without a horrible outcome?
I hope we never know the answers to those questions. I hope we can catch them every time before that ever happens. I hope someone cures this stupid disease.