Bleary-eyed from last night... The baby woke up every 2 hours. The Husband was low at midnight. I asked him to check his sugar and he got up, went to the kitchen (why doesn't he just keep a meter on his bedside? I don't know because he won't tell), then came back without checking. I remind him that that's what he was supposed to be doing. We both go into the kitchen and he checks - 46. I pour a glass of juice which he directly puts down on the counter. And he tries to check his sugar again, re-using the same strip. Feeling of dread - are we going to get into a crazy, go-nowhere, irrational discussion? Because we've had plenty of those when he's this low. This time, just a mild scuffle about why he can't re-use a strip, and that his sugar probably hasn't changed since he hasn't had the juice. Ok, he remembers now that his last check was 46 and drinks the juice. He wanders around the kitchen, agitated. I try to calm him down, wait for the juice to take effect.
Meanwhile the baby woke up but I've been ignoring her up 'til then. But now she's starting to wail. Should I stay out here with Husband, or go in with baby before she wakes the rest of the household? I go in to baby because hubby seems ok. He comes back to bed 10 minutes later, whew.
Next morning he's pissed off because his sugar is 266. Turns out he drank a second glass of juice during the midnight adventure after I went to pick up baby. Then he's angry at himself because he did so. Sigh.
But then he says, "Maybe I wasn't thinking straight because I was 46." Wow - that's the first time I've heard him admit anything of the sort.
Thanks to folks who've posted comments. It's really very encouraging for me to keep writing!