Gregg and I could use a good night’s sleep. The past two nights, we’ve been chasing late-night lows.
52, 70 and 64—they might just be the winning lottery numbers somewhere. To us, they’re anything but winning numbers. They represent Friday night’s sleep deprivation. Despite waking Jack and feeding him juice and gummy worms, we couldn’t elevate his blood sugars to a safe level until around 1am, when Gregg (just Gregg, as I had fallen asleep around midnight) finally saw 156 on the glucometer.
Saturday night brought more of the same with numbers in the 50s and 60s, again until 1am.
To make matters worse, my cell phone, which was sitting on my night stand, then rang at 3am this morning. It was a wrong-number call!
And, then the boys, of course, woke up before the crack of dawn, which meant we woke up before the crack of dawn.
It’s now 10:15 pm on Sunday night. Gregg just tested Jack. He’s 164. Looks as though we might just get some sleep after all!
Good night!
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Ugh...I'm so sorry to hear about the rough nights!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm drinking a virtual glass of wine for you...and praying for better nights to come :)
Thanks, Wendy!!! Last night was much better. :)
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