This summer Madison had a low before an evening swim and then during. We got home about 9pm and she checked her blood sugar. It was about 90. I have since learned that 90 is too low to go to bed with but at the time I though it would be ok. I was in my room while my kids were doing the various things to get ready for bed and my son came in and said "mom, there is a spider on your ceiling." I looked up and sure enough there was a spider about the size of a pea. As I went to kill it he said "mom, there is another one." As I looked around I realized that there were about 20 spiders on my ceiling! Very disturbing indeed.
I went around trying to kill each one and wondered at the same time where in the world they had all come from. They were all the exact same and I figured that an egg had hatched somewhere. I couldn't locate a web anywhere and ultimately decided to take our can of raid and spray around the windows because that is where I find most spider webs. As you can imagine, the smell was overwhelming. My husband was out of town (of course) and my bedroom was a mess (of course) and there was no way I was sleeping in my now fumigated room. I looked downstairs and saw that all the cushions were off the couches, my son's mattress had made it's way down the stairs at some point during the day and sat propped up like a slide on one of the couches. So the couches were out, both my boys were already going to have to share a bed (no way I was lugging that mattress up the stairs at this point), I didn't know where I was going to sleep. Madison, being the extremely nice daughter that she is said she would sleep with Bridgett and I could have her bed. Ok, sounds like a plan.
9:30ish - everyone is asleep in bed except me. 10ish, I close my laptop and fall asleep. 10:30 - Madison suddenly stands up on the bed and starts feeling around on the wall. Because I'm 3 feet from her, I too wake up. "Madison, what's going on? Are you ok? What are you doing? Do you need me to check your blood sugar?" She mumbles something about "this place" and lays back down and is sound asleep. I get up and check her blood - 42. I give her 2 juices and lay back down and think how grateful I am that I had a host of spiders in my room that night. Had I not been in her room, I would not have woken up when she stood up. She remembers nothing so she didn't actually wake up. Honestly, I most likely would have checked her in the night but at that point she probably would have been low for about 3 hours. She doesn't have a CGM so no alarm would have sounded. And if for some reason I hadn't checked on her (I have gone to bed in the past fully planning on checking her in the night and ended up not because my phone was on silent and so I didn't hear the alarm) I don't know that she would have woken up in the morning. It's scary to think what an untreated low blood sugar would have lead to.
There are so many potentially scary moments with diabetes. For the most part, nothing scary happens but as a mom it is always on my mind. I watch her doing her swim team races and plan out in my mind what I would do if she suddenly stopped in the middle of the race. Would I immediately jump in or would I try calling to her first? Does she know that it's ok to stop in the middle of the race if she starts to feel low? Madison doesn't like to make waves, she's a people pleaser and doesn't like to get in trouble. I worry that she won't speak up for herself or she'll try to "tough it out". In the end, I can only hope and pray that spiders will be sent to my room and that she'll ultimately be watched over and protected.
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