I was awakened in the night by a little voice whispering, “Mom, I can’t sleep. Had a bad dream.” No lights were turned on; I couldn’t even have kept my eyes open if they had been. So I moved over to let a little boy in my bed and sleep the rest of the night next to me. I asked, “Do I need to check your sugar?” “No,” was the quiet reply. “Are you sure,” I said. “Uh, huh.” I paused for a second trying to open my eyes and focus, “Let me just check your sugar really quick.” A little more stern voice, “No, I don’t want my sugar checked.” Now, you must know, when Ryan comes in my room at night, and it’s not very often at all, and I ask to check his sugar, he ALWAYS complies. So I thought to myself, he’s in bed with me, I’ll just let it go. No sugar check.
At 6am, my alarm went off and hubby got up and turned a light on in the bathroom. I turned over toward my little boy, put my arm around him and kissed his forehead. Then I finally opened my eyes and looked at him . . . IT WAS AARON (one of my non-T1 boys). No wonder he didn’t want his sugar checked!