Last night my low alarm went off like a siren in my bedroom, partly because I had hooked my phone up to a bluetooth speaker to (successfully) help amplify the Dexcom alarms, but mostly because my blood sugar was 50 mg/dL. How the alarm didn’t wake up my daughter (clad in Captain American pajamas and asleep in my bed because…
“Mommy … I had a nightmare.” She shows up in the middle of the night sometimes, evicted from her warm bed down the hall due to a nightmare. “I had a dream about a blue monster with no arms and popcorn on his feet.” She’s clutching her blanket, her water, a flashlight, and a stuffed animal; clearly she’s in for…