Grace went to be at 88. All was well. Decreased basals a wee bit through a temp basal for a few hours and she should sail steady until the 2 am check.
It's the first day of vacation and there has been A LOT of walking and rides and well, activity.
I should know better, really.
And something in the back of brain DID know better and came to the forefront to save her.
I got to bed myself about 11 pm.
And I woke like a shot at 12:30 AM.
Like a shot I tell you.
From sound asleep to wide awake eyes.
And my brain told me to go check her. I could HEAR it in my head, is that odd?
I walked down the longer than normal hallway, and checked her at 12:30 AM.
Two juices and a decreased basal later, now I was wide awake.
And thankful for the little protective voice, that knew, somehow it just KNEW to wake me.
I don't depend on it.
I don't ask for it.
It's only ever happened once before to me.
But I sure am glad, that somehow, it's there, in my head.
And that it saved my child.