Drama for the day

One of my 6 yr old twins has type 1 diabetes. This is an all consuming disease and never rests (which means I never rest). One of my greatest stresses is her health and care at school. We have been blessed to have the twins attend an incredible charter school that takes very good care of them. One day this week the teacher and the teachers aid had to leave suddenly. The head secretary who is also trained on taking care of Birdie was also out. So they called me to come in and help with the class for a few hours because they were worried the substitute wouldn't know what to do about Birdie. Although it put a kink in my plans for the day I was happy to go to the class and help out. Everything went well and Bird's blood sugar levels were stable.

That was Wednesday.......I got another call from the school today (Friday). Every time they call my heart drops for fear that something is wrong with Birdie. And it was, just not what I expected.

You see, my husbands daughter had pooped her pants and was now hiding under the table and wouldn't come out. GIVE ME A BREAK. Some times his children can be so naughty. Now I understand that accidents can happen, especially in kindergarten. And I'm very sympathetic to that, but I'm not so sympathetic to the drama my children attach to these situations. I quickly left the house, loaded with flushable wipes, and entire clean change of clothes (expecting the worst) and her Blood Glucose kit to check her and make sure everything was ok with her numbers. Sometimes extremely high or low numbers can cause diabetic children's bodies to not perform properly.

What I found when I arrived was very disappointing to me. Bird was still pouting (for dramatic purposes) under the desk. I took her in the bathroom to get her cleaned up. She had left the dirty undies on the floor of the bathroom (LOVELY) and put her tights and shirt back on. She was physically clean and aside from not wearing underwear could have gone on with the last hour of school without notice. It wasn't a big mess, she didn't need help, her blood sugar levels were great, she just wanted attention.  I kindly explained to her that if that were to happen again (which it needs to not happen again) she is to just do what she did with the addition of throwing away the messy undies. Then we can talk about it at home. Disaster averted.