Well, 2 days of non-stop activity caught up with Matthew: we had our first night of battling lows.
It started at bedtime when it was difficult to get him to 100. We finally got him to 110, but then he just kept slowly dropping. When all was said and done, I had to wake him up to drink juice 5 times! (Don't tell his dentist.)
Matthew was a good sport...until the third time I woke him. At that point, he just got really mad and cried. It must stink to have someone wake you up and force you to drink juice. Especially over and over......
Anyway, Kevin checked at 2am and Matthew was 97. Lately he goes steady at 95, so I hadn't planned to check him until morning.
But...somehow I woke up, got confused and decided to check him one hour later. He was down to 88, so I gave him some juice. He was thrilled. Not.
Then God woke me up at 5am (Thank you, Lord!) and Matthew was down to 73. At this point, the poor child just sat up and drank so I would leave him alone and let him sleep.
Sidenote--I am so grateful God woke me then. I hadn't planned to check until 7 and can you imagine how much he would have dropped?
Then 7am comes and Matthew bounced out of bed at a beautiful 94. AND get this---despite all that juice, he never had an accident. Go Matthew!
(I'm going to talk with his nurse about lowering the Lantus a little tonight. Thoughts?)