Out of the mouths of babes…
Every parent has those proud moments – offspring’s first step, bad joke, sharing a toy, and being right when you’re wrong and insisting you take action. The other night, with the BG meter and Dex showing Luke safely cruising at 150, he woke up and made his usual late-night request for milk. The request has become a security blanket, to reassure himself that we’ll take care of his lows if he needs it. “Sure, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I said.
“No, I need quick test.” He held up his index finger.
I blinked. “I just tested you a few minutes ago, bud.”
“You go test me again,” he said, as distinctly as a 2 1/2-year-old could, wagging his finger at me.
“OK.” Beep! 135 – his blood sugar was falling, too early for the Dex to pick it up. “You’re right! Good job!” He grinned –
“You go get milk, Mamma!” For once, I did not make him say please.