I hear him slip out of bed and I look at the clock. 1:41AM. The same mysterious capability that would wake me when my babies were rustling in the other room even before they cried out works here too. I’m attuned to these particular night sounds. When he’s up like this, I am on guard. It’s the usual routine; first a trip into the bathroom where he tests his blood sugar level, then a trip downstairs. Read more >






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