I always have trouble getting to sleep, so I usually set the timer on my TV, and drift off to the sound of Alton Brown or Stephen Colbert.
Last night, I was on the brink of sleep when I heard shuffling from Noah's room- then his skinny silhouette was in my doorway.
"Mom, I can't sleep"
Are you low, honey?
"no, but I'm wicked thirsty"
We better check your blood sugar, you were on the high side all day...
"I'm FINE mom" (at this point, I'm convinced he's high because he's arguing and being an all around little snot)
I finally convince him that it's in his best interest to just let me do it, so after I dropped the lancing device twice coming down the hall, and pricked my own finger by accident, I managed to get a drop of blood from him that might as well have been an Everlasting Gobstopper... the reading was off the charts. Literally ,the Cozmonitor readout said BG OVER 500.
Holy crap, I groaned. We have to try another finger to make sure dude.
Again BG OVER 500. I gave him the correction, and tucked him back in.
Now I'm wide awake and thinking to myself that I need to stay up and check him in like an hour and a half to make sure he doesn't go low like he always does after a correction. Time to grab the clicker and channel surf.
This is how the rest of the night went:
12:30 a.m.: Watched 10 minutes of Forrest Gump
12:40 a.m. : landed on the Godfather for a few
1:00 a.m.: Switched to HGTV and watched 2 hours of Design Star ...( I'm loving Josh Sparkle, and that Robb guy is a major jackass bully.)
2:15 a.m.: the cat got up on the bed and got all comfy- on my bladder.
2:30 a.m. : got up to pee...
2:35: checked Noah's BG and it was 248 (eff!) correction again.
2:40 a.m.: back to bed, and still wide awake. My husband rolled over and started mumbling in his sleep, so of course I had to poke him awake and share the fact that I was still awake and he needed to share my pain.
He snored in my face and rolled over saying, "I'll do the next check".
If I could marry him again, I would!
9 years ago