I spent the night trying to get Sugar's numbers to drop under 200.
We were both crashed on the couch.
Sometimes it's just easier that way.
I felt fuzzy. Kind of numb around the edges. Tired.
And then I heard someone crying.
Tiara wet the bed.
I admit it.
My brain went there.
But I didn't have time to stress for too long
About the idea that she could develop Type 1 Diabetes too.
I whisked her into the bathroom instead.
And stripped the bed.
And started the washing machine.
And returned to help her out of the bath.
And then I heard a loud noise, followed by screaming and crying.
Forget the fact that it could have killed you.
Somehow I need to get you dressed, little one!!!!
Into the kitchen.
Time for breakfast.
OH! We need a blood sugar!
I'll brush your hair right here at the table.
Get your teeth brushed!
I'll grab my shoes.
With one shoe on and one shoe off, I get everyone ushered to the van.
She's out of the car and into the school building.