2:00 a.m.

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2:00 a.m. 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 son’s blood sugar. It is actually 2:00 a.m. right now, maybe not in your part of town, but here in northwest Indiana it is. Like so many D Moms and Dads, I am not sure what a full eight hours of sleep looks like any more. I was hopeful that tonight I might get about three, maybe four 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 on 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… Ha, ha, that is funny. I hope my dreams are laced with a cure for jump starting the pancreas.

Written this morning at 2:00 a.m. (Wednesday, September 4, 2013)

Categories: Caring for Children,Tami's Blog


2s Comments

  1. Profile photo of Denise

    Hi Tami–I’ve been thinking about your post since I first read it. I just wonder what that’s like for you, to get up in the middle of the night for something that just must be such a worry. How would you describe how that feels?


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