I woke up at 1:30am in a panic. I had had one of those dreams that you are being chased and was still a little freaked as I tried to get my bearings. One of my rules is that if I wake up for no reason I need to test my son. He had probably only gone to bed just before I woke. Did I really need to test him? Well, a rule is a rule and it has served me well all of these years....
Off to his room I went. As I fumbled around with the meter he woke and stared at me. "What are you doing?"
"I just did that."
"How long ago?"
"Around 12:30 or so"
"Well I am doing it again. Its your fault for waking me up. I had a nightmare. We were being chased so now I am awake to test you."
I could see him silently thinking that I was nuts but whatever worked for me. He rolled over and the meter said that he was fine.
Two hours later I woke again. I got up and headed to his room. He had been in that absolutely perfect range that makes me nervous so I wanted to see where he was then.
I fumbled with meters and made a mess of things. My son again woke up.
"What are you doing? You just tested me five minutes ago!"
"Actually it was two hours ago and I was just checking to make sure that you were alive."
"Oh. Was I low?"
After the words left my mouth and I heard his response, I wanted to cry. It was an innocent phrase that I would say to anyone. I simply meant that I wanted to check to see that he was okay. In his reality, the statement was to be taken literally. He was matter of fact in asking about his readings. I was so sad to think that this is our lives...fear of lows and the reality of death every time his eyes are closed.
Once again wishing for a cure to take away fears that should not be.