Last night I pulled out the log book we are keeping for our next d-clinic appointment (and I will probably try keeping it up for a while after). I grabbed my son’s meter and began to write down the results.
After our chat the day before about missed tests, everything was in a row. Tests were done. Life was looking good. Readings were everywhere of course. There were highs that I thought I had taken care of and there was a low…where in the world did that come from!!! There was a low at 1am. I never dealt with that low. My son and I had watched a movie together that night and gone to bed at the same time! The lights were out in his room at midnight but there is a 2.6(47) at one in the morning!!!
I yelled out to my son. “Get out here!!!” I was trying to breathe and focus. He was low at one in the morning. He didn’t retest but he was okay. He was alive when I checked him at 3am. He had woken up to a low??? He has only once in over twelve years of diabetes ever woke to a low. He woke to a low?
My son came out of his room wondering what he had done wrong. “I tested Mom. You can see. I did all of my tests.”
“Yes and you did one at 1am and you were low.”
“I know and I was scared I would fall asleep before I could retest so I made sure that I had a really big glass of juice and followed it up with bread and jam. I figured that that should keep me safe either way.”
I wanted to cry. I was so very happy that he had woken up on his own. How did I miss this? I never even woke to hear him get up! He had done it all on his own. He was okay!
“You did perfectly. I am so impressed that you woke up!”
“Me too.” he said in a sheepish voice.
“Next time, wake me up. I would have covered you in case you fell asleep. Don’t ever deal with a low by yourself if it can be helped. Its better to have someone watch your back just in case you do fall asleep. Lows can make you tired at the best of times. Just come in and get me. I will gladly give you a hand but you did a great job. I am really impressed and so glad that you woke up!”
I could see the relief in his face and again it made me want to cry. He was growing. He was learning. He had a few more years to get this on his own but he was working towards it and its is such a heavy burden. I cannot begin to imagine what it is like to know, to grow up and know that if you don’t wake up at night when your body is low and if you don’t treat it properly…well you might not wake up. No child, no adult for that matter should have to live with that knowledge in the back of their head.