So cracking open the emergency glucagon kit for the first time is definitely not a good feeling.
Thankfully, it wasn't because leah was unconscious...but a nasty stomach bug, ketones, and blood sugars well below 80 left us no other option.
But when the puking started again the next night, I figured we were headed to the hospital for sure. Luckily, zofran helped her keep some juice down, we made it through one more night, and finally today has been good.
A nice reminder of the fun that winter and flu season brings. It's funny what becomes your reality--staring at the glucagon, syringes, empty juice boxes, making 3am phone calls to the endo...you just kind of go into autopilot, do what you need to do, and hope beyond hope you're making all the right decisions.