Sleep is something many people take for granted. It has been said by many doctors and researchers that adults typically need between 7-9 hrs of sleep a night. (This number makes me giggle ). I really haven't slept that long in over 9 years. But now add in a set of 3 month old twins and a diabetic son, and tell me when the next time will be I can partake in my 7-9 hour stretch at night???
And honestly it doesn't bother me too much. I've become accustomed to functioning on 2-3 hrs of sleep. So if I manage one night to get a wee bit more, I'm golden. Last night was a good example on exactly how much sleep I need to function fully and feel awake. Yup I said it I feel awake!! When I first opened my eyes at 6:30 that was definitely not the case, but after a cup of coffee and now a cup of tea, we are in business.
For many of you, your day may come to an end as soon as your head hits your pillow at night. In my case I feel like my day never really ends, that its just one big stretched out process where the days magically seem to change. I laid down to go to sleep at 10pm, after sometime when my brain was just too tired to work, I fell asleep, only to be awoken by the midnight alarm letting me know it was time to go test Cliffy. My next alarm was set to go off at 3am, but Clifford woke up feeling dizzy at 1am, and after a day of doing nothing but dropping to lows, I jumped out of bed to check him. The meter beeps and shows a 495!!! *insert many curse words here, that went through my head*. I sent him back up to bed, but thankfully by this time by brain was functioning once more and I made the decision to give a correction dose of insulin. I wasn't going to "let him ride" on the wave of a dangerous high level. Injection given and I once again start to think about this so called "sleep" that has become foreign to me. But it's going to have to wait as Maggie woke up. And a short while later when I just got Maggie down Annie awoke. I guess you can say they had pretty good timing and didn't wait till 10 mins into my sleep to wake up. From 1am-3am it was twin feeding, rocking time, along with a few episodes of Desperate Housewives (got to love Netflix). At 3am was when my next alarm was set to go off, so I just turned it off and went to test him. We were still sitting at over 400! Even 2 hours after a correction dose.
At around 5am Chad's alarm went off for work, and he knew I had wanted to check Cliffy so he got me up. I really only remember mumbling to him how I didn't want to move and my eyeballs were burning. I walked upstairs in my zombie like state, tested and we had dropped to 367, I suppose this was a better evil then the over 400! I went right back to bed and don't remember actually remember walking back to the bed. All I know is I awoke at 6:30 to feed the twins and start my day.
Now maybe one day I may get to partake in the thing we call sleep. But honestly until a cure is found I highly doubt I'll be seeing it anytime soon.
