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3 am Eternal.

The Dexcom was buzzing, but from across the bedroom floor, where it had shimmied itself into a corner after BEEEEEP!ing and vibrating for close to an hour.  Without the silicone case around it, the housing vibrated loudly against the wood floors, but it still wasn't what woke me.

"Mama!!!"  Birdy's voice rang out through the video monitor on my bedside table, waking me instantly.  I listened for another minute, but she had re-snuggled herself underneath the blankets in her crib, and I could see that she was asleep.  

I then realized my shirt was stuck to my body, damp with sweat, and my hair was tousled (read: sticking straight up in the air, in crazy directions) and slick with perspiration. 

Normally, my low blood sugar symptoms are such that I can self-treat.  During the day, I don't get too dizzy or rattled, and I'm able to chomp glucose tabs or take a swig of juice without disrupting the flow of things.  But the nighttime low symptoms are strange.  Maybe it's because those lows are more sustained, and I don't catch them until I've been hypoglycemic for some time.  Maybe it's because I'm deeply asleep, and not reading any of the physical cues, like sweat or confusion.

Whatever the case, this low had me so dizzy that the room started spinning as soon as I attempted to sit up, like I was in the Gravitron at the fair. I quickly eased myself back onto the pillow, and my arm swung out and tapped (read: smashed) Chris on the shoulder.  

"You okay?"  (Poor Chris.  It's like he wakes up already halfway with his hand in the fridge, foraging for juice.)

"Wicked low.  Can you help?"  The words sounded slurred, like they'd gone through a blender before hitting my mouth.

He was already out of bed before I could mention the glucose tab jar on the bedside table.  But he was back in an instant with a glass of milk and some honey. 

This low took forever, and the clock minutes never seemed to tick by.  Every time I looked at my pump or my phone, it was 3 am.  And every time I looked at my Dexcom graph (after it was recovered from the floor), it was hollering "LOW" with that stupid flat line of hypoglycemia.

BIG truck.The milk and honey became a peanut butter sandwich.  And then some glucose tabs.  In all, I consumed over 80 grams of carbohydrate, but I was willing to correct the wake-up 360 mg/dL rather than continue to hover in the slick sweat of this low.

I woke up at 169 mg/dL.  Without bolusing for all that crap. The only evidence of the low was the trench on my Dexcom graph and the rogue sandwich plate in the kitchen sink. 

Oh.  And the fact that I feel like I've been trounced by a large truck. 

Comments

You poor thing. I have a recurring nightmare of being low and trying to wake up my husband. Only I can't talk in my dream. Apparently I really am yelling in my sleep and my husband has to wake me up. Sometimes low, but never REALLY low. This post and the fact that it was your reality creates the same fear deep inside me as my nightmare does. I hate that we all have to go through this. It. JUST. SUCKS.

I hope you can nap today and recover from the Mack Truck.

thank God for husbands who are programed to react when we say " wicked low"
Hang in there, girl
I am sure there are many of us who can relate to every word you wrote
I know I can

Sorry for the night-time Low, Kerri... those are never pleasant. Especially after the "truck trounced" feeling afterward. I'm the same way, in eating whatever I can to get out of the trenches and dealing with the High aftermath corrections as needed. Hope it all balances out quickly. Oh, and do you plan to market the Birdy Low Sensor technology anytime soon? I'm sure there will be some interested PWD buyers!

Thanks for posting this, although I wish you could have avoided it entirely. It gave me chills reading it, because you have described so many nights at our house (except we are just 2 weeks into the dexcom). I am the Chris in the story, and know the feeling of being half asleep and your spouse attempting to slur out "low" and before my brain can function, my body has me sprinting to glucose tabs.

It always blows me away how carbs can affect Elise differently at different times. Sometimes 6g (her normal carb amount for a low above 45) raises her by 100 and sometimes it only goes up by 10. I know there are other factors at work, but it still befuddles me and seems to follow no rules.

Glad Chris was there to help. As a Mom, that is so scary for me to think about for Elise's future... Who will help her when she is on her own?

And now I have that song stuck in my head... KLF is gonna rock you.

Shivers.

So thankful he knows exactly what to do...and thankful you were able to smash his head so he could spring into action.

Ancients of Mu Mu, baby.

Ugh, been there, done that. I've even had that incident where my son woke me up and went back to sleep...like my backup alarm. So crazy!

This is scary, and educational, but my main impression is: Chris is in lurrrrrrv.

KMF!!! Uh huh, uh huh. Added to Spotify. kthxbai

That SUCKS. Diabetes SUCKS.

YIKES! Funny how we wake so quickly to the kids, and not for EMERGENCIES!!! I dont usually wait around for those kinda lows to be nice either, I EAT IT ALL!!

Way to go Chris and Birdy too. I sure hope my Kork has a man like Chris to love her when she grows up.

Joe had a night like that last night. He didn't wake...but 40s for a LONG time. (((HUGS)))

Sometimes your posts rock me to my core, and for some reason this was one of those. (As I'm sure the experience rocks you). My son, 3, is Type 1. This post made me cry because it's so scary and unexpected and maddening because you'll never truly understand why your body messes with you like this. Why can't it all make sense?

I am glad you are OK, Kerri! This is not fun. Chris is an awesome person to be by your side! My Type I has scared many people away from me... in terms of my variable changing blood sugars :(
Anonymous is right: "Diabetes Sucks."

Lows in the middle of the night are, in my opinion, the worst part of diabetes. It destroys any kind of sleep you are trying to obtain and it also prevents you from sleeping well the rest of the night. I am glad you are OK and that you have a loving husband who is able to help you. Keep fighting the good fight Kerri! I am very happy I found your blog!

I call the after-effects, the "shaky-hangover." Feels just the same as the real thing...need a rest and some caffeine.

Its incredible - a child's intuition. And a mothers response. Wow! Its like, even at such a young age, Birdy is a guardian angel. And her Mum responds instantly, as only a mother can. What a wonderful rendition. You have fantastically articulate expression Kerri. I'm glad you're ok. xxx

Your best bet for lows is to go with the glucose tabs, 10-15 g of total glucose (dextrose). If you chew completely and keep in your mouth and swish it around you will get significant fast absorption through the mucosa of your mouth before swallowing. Milk sugar is lactose, which must be broken down in the stomach and small intestine by the enzyme lactase (if you are lactose tolerant) which releases glucose and galactose. The galactose will do nothing really to help you since it needs to be extensively metabolized to convert to glucose and that takes a LONG time. Honey is more than half fructose and the rest glucose. The fructose tastes sweet, but also needs to be metabolized by the liver over a long time to convert to glucose. With two Smartie roles I can mangage pretty nasty lows (thankfully not often) and am feeling functional after 5 minutes with the mouth swishing process. The problem then is to avoid the ravenous hunger consequences...

happened to me in the wee hours of this morning
THE TWILIGHT ZONE.................
glad that episode is over
seriously

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