Inner Monolouge of a Night-time Low

Wha? Whassat? Fred, why are you crying? Wait. Fred's out of town. Then who??? Oh yeah, Elise. What time is it? 3:15? Oh-oh. Where are my glasses? Where's the meter? Get the multi-clix, test strip, flashlight... man, I'm tired.

Wow, she's really crying, better go. Don't trip over the dog, don't trip over the dog, don't tri... oooof.

"Sorry Seven."

Alright, let's do this. Maybe she just had a bad dream and her BG will be normal.

"Hey little bean, what's wrong? Shh-shh, it's okay. Momma's here. Let's check and see what's going on."

Clean the finger, pop the test strip in, finger poke, get the blood... please be normal, please be normal, please be nor... 52. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.

"Hey bean, want to have some nana? Yeah? Let's go downstairs and have some nana."

Okay, now how much do I give her? She's 52, it's 3:15... only 4 more hours until she'll probably wake up. 10g? Maybe too much. 7g? 5g? Grrr, I hate this part. We'll try 7g. Alright, got the banana, chopping board, knife. Cut the banana, weigh it...

"Shh-shh, it's okay Elise, I'm getting the nana for you. I know you're hungry, just be patient, Momma has to weigh it first. Okay, here you go!"

Wow, she's inhaling that. Poor little girl, she's shaking. Sigh, I hate this disease.

"No, no Elise. Nana all gone! Baby-girl, shh-shh, it's okay. Momma will give you more nana."

Oh well, what's the harm in 3 more grams? If she wakes up high, I'll deal with it then.

"Okay Elise, all done. I know, little bean. Don't cry. You'll feel better in a few minutes. It's okay."

Alright, I'll just sit and rock her until it's time to test again. I wish I had a watch; I have no clue how much time has passed. At least she's stopped crying. Sigh, I love holding her and rocking with her. At least that's one positive to this stupid disease, I get to sit here and snuggle with her. I guess it's been 15 minutes since she ate. Here we go... 61? WHAT? Grrr, maybe it's just taking a bit longer to affect her.

"Hey little bean, how are you feeling? Momma's going to rock you for a few more minutes, then it's back to bed, okay? That's my good girl!"

Man, I have to pee. I guess the old bladder is just not what it used to be. Why does sitting in a rocking chair put the song, "Row, row, row your boat" in my head? I have GOT to start listening to better music! How much time has passed now? Seems like I've been sitting here for hours. It's probably been 15 minutes... let's do this. Annnnnnnd, 155! Alright!

"Okay, little bean... time to go back to bed! Good night bean, Momma loves you! Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning."

Time to make my escape. Don't trip over the dog, don't trip over the dog, don't tr... ooooff.

"Sorry again Seven."

Back in bed! Time check? 4:05. A little less than an hour. Not bad. Plus it sounds like she went back to sleep without a fight. Whew. Now let's see if I can do the same.