I felt so terrible for Justin tonight. He is so tired from the interrupted sleep that he just passed out. This is sooo unlike him. He is just like me, a night owl. But he's exhausted!!! Beyond exhausted!! At first I have to admit... it kinda worried me because it is so unusual.
Friday night Justin was 239 before bed. He ate pasta which makes him go up after a few hours so I thought... he will be good, but I will check him around 11:30 when he peaks. So I set my alarm and tried to get some rest. At his 11:30 check he was 148. So I thought GREAT... he usually wakes up fine with this...(in the 80's~ ish). So back to sleep I went :)
4am rolls around and I feel a tap tap tap tap tap tap... on my arm??? Groggy and confused; I peel open my heavy eyelids to find Leighanna standing there. She says that Justin doesn't feel good. So I pop up and head in with our One Touch Mini in hand to check it out.
He was 60 ~ what? He always makes it through the rest of the night when he's around 150.
UHG! Okay~ so I give him a snack and sent him back to bed. (I don't think he was able to go back to sleep at that point though).
Then there was last night... we were sitting on the couch watching all the cute puppies on Animal Planet. Next thing you know, I said something to him and he was O-U-T... OUT! I have NEVER seen him fall asleep sitting STRAIGHT UP before. WOW~ okay. So I check his blood, he's 358, whoa... high, But okay let me get him in bed and I will check around my usual 11:30.I was still awake, so I checked him around midnight~ UMMM 58??? Dang it!!!
I made him a piece of peanut butter toast and headed in... I couldn't wake him up! I rubbed his back, talked to him, sat him up etc... his eyes would crack open and his head would roll backwards and it was LIGHTS OUT! Once I was able to get him to take a bite... he actually fell asleep mid chew. Oh dear! It literally took me about 20 minutes to get it in him.
After that, I came out here to start this complaining post... :). I wanted to give him some time and check him again before I went to bed. Well I think I dozed off because I could have swore I just blinked, but when I opened my eyes I saw this: ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
OOPS! Delete :)
At that point it was almost 2am... this time he was 62... 62?? Crap! So a juice , back rubbing, talking to, sitting him up and so on... he finally drank it laying down with his eyes closed. He would have a little and roll over... I would rub his back.. and stick the straw in his mouth. At his 4am check, he was 95. At this point Humulin was done and his dad was getting up at 5:30. Anything I gave him now would shoot him way high, so I left him alone.
This morning... he didn't wake up until 8:30 (again unlike him) I went in to check on him several times, but figured he needed the sleep. His bg was 117 ~ not bad :)
So I am exhausted... he's exhausted... were ALL exhausted~ right?
Here's wishing all of us a restful Sunday :)