2:00am seems to be some magical hour. Or it is the standard hour that all broken pancrei (not really sure that is a word – but a fellow DBlogger used it so I am sure that is in the dictionary, if not on Webster’s list to be added to the dictionary next year).
It is the hour in which I wake up to test my sons blood sugar. It is actually 2:00am right now, maybe not in your part of town, but here in North West Indiana it is. Like so many D Moms and Dads. I am not sure what a full 8 hours of sleep looks like any more. I was hopeful that tonight I might get about 3 maybe 4 hours straight. However, I do not think that is going to happen. I tested his blood sugar and he was at 80.
Now technically this is a very Awesome and wonderful number, but for my son this is a number that is as rare as a purple zebra. (He must have been in my dreams, otherwise why would I say Purple Zebra?) It is a number that neither myself or Bubba are comfortable with. I gave him one glucose tab just to bring him up a tad to hopefully nudge his numbers up a bit, turn them around.
Hold n a second….
Yep, it turned it around just enough. To give me a little comfort to go back to sleep for a couple of hours.
Sweet dreams…. Haha that is funny. I hope my dreams are laced with a cure for jump starting the pancreas.