The ranting of a mother and advocate for Type one diabetes. The founder of www.diabetesadvocacy.com welcomes you to journey through life with a son with Type 1
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Another Night, Another Battle with the DMonster
3:15am. I looked at the clock and began to do the math. How long was it since my son went to bed? What would his bg level have been? Do I really need to test yet or was it too soon? My bed was comfy. It took me forever to fall asleep. Did I need to get up or should I sleep another hour?
I figured that he had probably tested around 1am but something still made me drag my tired butt out of bed. I made sure to not be fully awake. No major movements to disturb the still sleeping parts of my body. All would be fine. My mind would be appeased and I could go back to bed…or so I would have liked but the meter said differently.
He was 4.3 (77). Not ideal for sleeping in my world. I quickly woke the rest of my body and my brain began to fire on a few more cylinders. It was time to find some glucose! I went to the fridge and for some reason it was filled with diet Pepsi, diet lemonade, and zero calorie flavored water. Nothing with any decent amount of carbs in it! Okay no panic I had glucose somewhere. Eventually I found a bottle of liquid glucose. I got my son up enough to drink and sat on the couch to wait.
I checked out the world ofTwitter. I caught up on the latest happenings in the world of Facebookand read a few pages of my book. Soon it was time to check him again. Success…well sort of. He was now 4.6 (83). It was still far from ideals but he was on his way up. I scoured his room and found a bottle of glucose tablets. He would not be happy in the morning. He says that they leave a crappy taste in his mouth when he gets up but a glucose hangover it would be. I fed him three tablets while he slept and returned to my own bed.
I wish I could say that I instantly fell asleep but I didn’t. By 5:30 I was still staring at the clock. Thankfully its Saturday so I could sleep in a little bit but by 6 I checked one more time just to make sure all was still okay. He was a lovely 7(126) so I was happy to doze for a few more hours.
Diabetes may have kicked my sleep pattern to the curb for one night but we are ready to fight another day…and make a few changes to summer basal patterns!