No sleep for this mama


So waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes several times a night, to check on your son that maybe having high blood sugar or low blood sugar that needs correcting can get exhausting (just like reading that run on sentence was exhausting).  I know that sounds crazy right.  Who would get exhausted from that???  Well normally we do a 2:00am check but sometimes his alarm goes off in the middle of the night saying he’s either high or low.  Or sometimes we stay up late to check him if his blood sugar was borderline low before going to sleep.  We don’t want to wake him and give him a juice prematurely because sometimes if you just give it a bit of time it starts shooting up high again without any correction from us. 
So anyways the point of my story:
2 nights ago… hell it could have been 3 nights ago, they are all blurring together at this point, Cole’s alarm goes off at 12:30am.  I jump out of bed to go check him.  I grab his finger poker, meter, test strips and an alcohol wipe.  I put the test strip in the meter, wipe his finger with the alcohol wipe and poke his finger… well kind of. I am sitting there in the dark guided by the small light from a tiny flashlight thinking his finger poker (lancet if you want the technical term) feels funny.  I shine the flashlight on it and what would you know, I am trying to poke my kid’s finger with a ball point pen.  Well I guess I was a bit tired. 
Then I take the test strip out go get the real finger poker and start all over. 
Oh the joys of no sleep. 
 

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