My nephew was 9 months old when he was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
I guess it's a good thing, in a way...he doesn't know any other way of life. He knows nothing other than checking sugars and counting carbs...planning meals and watching the clock...measuring insulin and multiple daily injections. It's routine for him...and his mom.
He's 9 now, and keeping a handle on the blood sugars of a growing boy is far from routine...for anyone. He might sneak a snack and his sugar may skyrocket. He might play a rigorous game of touch football in the yard...and his sugar may plummet. The good thing about him being a growing boy, is that he knows his body now. He knows what he needs and he lets us know. Often, he just takes care of it himself.
Except at night.
He inherited the "sleep like a goddamn hibernating bear" gene from my husbands side of the family. Jake and his sister...the boys' mom...can fall asleep mid-sentence. And sleep through a flippin' hurricane. Now, the hurricane thing is speculation, but, falling asleep mid-sentence, mid-conversation...I've witnessed that myself. Both of them!! It's incredible.
For me to fall asleep, it has to be dark, and quiet, and cold, with warm blankets, Jake must be present, with all the external doors locked, bedroom door closed, freshly emptied bladder, ear plugs in place, pillow between my legs, one behind my back, Venus must align with Jupiter, and goddamn Halley's Comet must pass the Earth's orbit. Then...and only then...will Mr. Sandman will bring my ass a dream!!
Not this kid...like his mother and his uncle, he's damn-near comatose if he stands still for just a few minutes. Not a problem for a typical kid. But, it can be a problem when that kid has Type 1 Diabetes...and has been in a WWE Smackdown with his cousins...and didn't eat much of a snack before bed. His sugar drops fast...and if we don't check it through the night...he might quite literally become comatose.
So, just now, as Venus was eclipsing Jupiter...I thought I'd check the kid before my big moment. His sugar was low...very low. The protocol is to get this comatose-like, hibernating kid...who's very near to a very scary-as-shit, real-life coma...to wake up and drink some juice. Ya know...before his brain starts shutting down his bodies' organ systems, in order to protect itself.
The juice went down, but Halley's Comet has fucking passed by...and I will now have to wait another 76 goddamn years, or something, before I'm able to sleep again.
But, he's totally worth it...