At 2 a.m. is not the right time to discover we’re out of glucose tabs and juice, especially when Bobby and I were out earlier enjoying an evening with friends. Better parents would’ve not have let diabetic care supplies run low and certainly would’ve stopped at the store prior to the returning home. We do have Starbursts, four less now that I’ve had Nick ingest the necessary amount to bump his blood sugar back up from 47. I’m waiting the requisite 15 minutes to make sure his glucose level bumps back up over 70. Then some “real” food to ensure it stays that way the remainder of the night.

When he checked at 11 p.m., the number popped up excessively high: 356. Probably due to the impending set change, he said. Sometimes on the last day before removing one tubing and inserting another, the system delivers his insulin less efficiently. Sometimes an air bubble creeps in, throws things off. He bolused a correction; I set the alarm to check on him. Another night reminding me we can never be cavalier about the diabetes. Not that we ever are, not intentionally. But nothing excuses not having what he needs when he needs it. Tomorrow, we pick up another order of test strips, more insulin. We’ll be stocking up on glucose tablets and oj, too.

I prick his ring finger, squeeze it until the blood forms into a drop large enough to slide the test strip into. No reading. Damn, I didn’t push the strip far enough into the meter. Lately that’s been happening when I check him at night – the strip feels like it’s inserted completely, but isn’t quite, so doesn’t work. I slide the mechanism on the finger-pricker back again, hold his pinky and release. The blood pools more quickly this time.

65. Imperfect, but better. Only slightly low. I see the tub of glucose tablets on his shelf and feel further relief. “Eat,” I murmur. He wakes up enough to ingest the sugar, followed by a Clif bar. Worries about what these midnight sweets and snacks do to his teeth must wait. I must wait. Another 15 minutes to make sure his glucose level has risen closer to 100, has hit a number that will let me sleep the remaining hours of the night.