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Charlie will play organized baseball for the first time tonight. He's super excited. It's also the first time he will have a coach other than me. I've coached Charlie's soccer team for the past few seasons.
This doesn't make me nervous though. It actually allows me to have my eyes on him a little closer now that I won't be dodging soccer balls launched at my head or wearing 40-pound children as slippers. But it does necessitate some fair warning to the coach regarding Charlie's diabetes. Not just for safety purposes. I like the coach and I don't want to put him in an embarrassing situation.
What if he sees Charlie sitting in the dugout looking down on his pump and he says, "Come on, Charlie! Put away the Game Boy. We need you in the field."
Or what if Charlie is munching on a granola bar while stationed at third base?
"Uh, Charlie? Do you see anyone else eating?"
Now I don't expect this will happen, but what if we have to, for some reason, give Charlie a manual needle injection to bring down his blood sugar.
"Charlie! Pick up your pants! We don't moon the opposing team in baseball! Even if they are the Cubs."
Hopefully, this will avoid minor foot-in-mouth moments such as the one I experienced over the weekend when I showed up to my daughter's softball practice with Charlie.
"Hey, nice bag," the coach said jokingly, pointing to my puffy black case that had pictures of rocket ships on it. Perhaps he thought it was filled with little plastic army men or stuffed with Matchbox cars or scented baby wipes. Unbeknownst to him, the contents of the bag help me keep my son alive.
I chuckled politely.
Then I threw the bag up in the air and with fists flying I showed the group of 8-year-old girls the proper technique for charging the mound.
"Even if they are the Cubs." Said like a true Cards fan!!
You come up with the funniest damn scenarios that make me chortle uncontrollably (i.e. throwing the case up in the air and charging the mound with fists in air)
Diabetes comes in handy when trying to identify the black baseball bags that all of the boys have....it's the one with 3 mashed up, dirty (but full) juice boxes and a glucose case inside.
Can I just say...your posts always make me laugh and make me smile...my 7 year old plays sports too. In basketball last year another coach saw my son with his pump out bolusing for his post game snack and said "wow - already has an ipod huh?" with a smirk...argh. Then I felt like I had to explain about his pump and he just got this glazed over look like he was sorry he said anything! Grayson's first baseball game of the season was this past Monday night and we had battled lows all day - he had to come off the field (my husband is the coach and had to call a time out) because he was low again! It is also hard to figure out how to hide it in a baseball uniform -- kinda looks like an unfortunate bulge under his shirt.....yes ours would be the blue baseball bag with strips, juice boxes and chips ahoy bags!
You're a St. Louis fan? How can that be? I thought we were friends. Can a St. Louis fan and a Cubs fan really be friends? I like you and your kid's pretty cute so I guess I'll try to overlook your taste in baseball teams. (It reminds me of that commercial on ESPN. Have you seen the one where different sports fans share an elevator or an umbrella in the rain? That will have to be us I guess. Except we can share "I hate diabetes" stories.) OK, enough about that.
Riley played T-ball last year and Michael wasn't his coach. Everything went fine. I didn't have to charge the mound but once. (just kidding..I did it twice.)
Does Charlie wear his pump while he plays? Riley wears his, but he still plays with a softer ball. I worry that when he starts playing actual baseball it might break his pump if it hits it too hard.
Nope. Yankees fan. I picked on the Cubs randomly. Friendship remains intact.
Whew. Now I feel better.