The D in Emily

I have never been that person that misses the thunderstorm or didn't hear that noise. I have a curse it's called light sleeping. Since before cupcake was conceived I was always the one that woke up for alarms or noises. It was a very natural thing once cupcake was born that I be the one that responds and reacts to hearing her. Soft crying or noises in her sleep  I am awake like a bugle just went off next to me. So when she was diagnosed it was natural for me to be the one to get up for night time checks. I sleep with the Dexcom next to me and an iPod and alarms are set for one to two hours throughout the entire night even on weekends. There are times I have slept past the alarms and the guilt that takes over me lasts for days. When she came home from the hospital I'll admit that I was so naive to diabetes I did't set my alarms and checks at night. I trusted in the overnight insulin to do its job. Then a few months in we got her a Dexcom. Sleeping without constant worry

Watching....all day long I watch the screen and inside my head I'm trying to decide the best way to handle what I am watching. Going up going down. Do I call the nurse? If I wait too long she'll be too low but if I call now they will test her and see that her number is fine and send her back to class. Despite my best effort to cram the value of a Dexcom's information down the school nurse's throat she apparently has zero interest of how it can be a invaluable tool. There is no benefit from being "old school" when it comes to diabetes management. I HATE seeing the high number staring back at me. I want to run right over to that school and correct her myself. School has its rules about intervening and are again incredibly stubborn to correct a high blood sugar within a 2 hour rule. I feel helpless just watching it go up knowing how crappy cupcake must feel. I can't even begin to imagine. She's probably thirsty and tired. Her head might hurt. I keep hopin