0700 Saturday morning.
I had worked until 2 am, and somehow found myself in Sugar's bed...except she wasn't with me. All three girls were in the family room, sprawled in various recliners. Musical Beds is a common theme over here. I'm not exactly sure why, but some nights it seems like we all end up somewhere other than where we started.
But I digress.
So...I was sleeping soundly and vaguely heard a little voice telling me that Sugar needed to be tested.
"Mommy, she feels low."
I remember thinking I needed to get up right then and there, but simultaneously thinking that I'd deal with it later.
WHATEVER! Like you can just DECIDE to put a low blood sugar on hold for a bit...what the heck? "Oh, yes Mr. Low Blood Sugar, I realize you could cause a seizure, brain damage, or death. But I'll be with you in a minute. I'm in the middle of a great dream right now."
Anyway, I didn't get up.
I heard some rustling in the kitchen, and slowly started waking up a little more.
Then I realized what was happening.
I threw off the covers, shot straight up, and bumped my head on the top bunk. I made a mad dash to the family room to find Sugar on the couch with her testing supplies, and Tink standing on the counter, trying to reach a juice box from the top shelf.
Apparently, Tink (who is 4) completely jumped into action when I didn't get up right away. She knew exactly what her sister needed! She knows how to check her sister's blood sugar, and was planning to help Sugar test, after opening a juice box. Her little brain assessed the situation, and prioritized which task needed to be done first.
Sugar's BG was 59.
Well done, Tink. I'm so proud of you!
While I'm happy to share our experiences with what works, and what doesn't work, for the management of Type 1 Diabetes and Celiac Disease in our house, please do not mistake anything you read here for medical advice. Decisions regarding your/your child's health care should be made only with the assistance of your medical care team. Use any information from this blog at your own risk.