Time for me to confess my worst CGM moment.
DD had been working her little butt off to move up to optionals. Finally, she got the green light: she was officially a L7, with a shiny new floor routine and the whole nine yards. I loved everything about it and I was so thrilled for her. We decided that the whole family would go to her first meet to celebrate the moment. It happened to be a bit of a drive and she was in the first session, so we splurged on a nice hotel. I was a little surprised that she didn't want to run around the hotel with teammates the night before, but figured, hey, whatever, it's fine if she has an early night.
At 5 AM, I woke to her groaning. She was thoroughly miserable. I told her to buck up, as it was probably just the dry hotel room. We did a nice hot steamy shower and I gave her a sudafed and a Tylenol. Eventually it was time to drag her to breakfast. I tried to hector her into eating, but no dice. Her stomach was off. I told her it was just nerves. We headed off to the meet.
She made it through warmups before her very kind beam coach sent her up to us and scratched her from the meet. She was white as a sheet by then. We hung out for the first rotation and then it was totally obvious even to me that we needed to go. She started vomiting about halfway home, so we went right to urgent care to pick up our strep diagnosis and prescription. That was one vicious bug. In the next session, two girls didn't make it to the meet, the same beam coach scratched another during warmups, another one gave up midway, and still another was diagnosed the day after.
My only consolation was that my DS's teammate's mom, WHO IS A PHYSICIAN, did the same thing with her son, except she made him compete the first rotation. She convinced herself that his puking in the bathroom during warmups was just nerves, but after he competed floor and then threw up again, her husband insisted that they pull the plug and hit the road. Five hours and three or four desperate pit stops later, they made it . . . .
Ahhhhhh, I am gonna miss all of this when it's over.