I'm not winning any mothering awards today. Last night I was so tired. (I get sick of saying that. I'm never just tired, I'm always "so" tired!) Anyway, I decided to stay up until midnight (instead of eleven) to check Nathan and then decide if I could let things go until morning. He was 189. I am not supposed to correct until over 200 overnight (even though I would like that dropped) so I decided to chance it that he was good. He woke me up this morning just as it was getting light by telling me that his stomach hurt and he thought he would throw up. I grabbed the meters: 450 with 2.4 ketones. That'll teach me to have the audacity to sleep!!!! We just passed our three year mark with diabetes and I have only spent three nights NOT checking him at least once. There is a cde at our office who always gives me a bit of a hard time about checking him each night. She has the opinion that if his basals are set right then he's good to go. This kid just can't have basals set right! He is different almost every night. Now he looks at me with his high-blood-sugar-with-ketones-eyes and I feel so guilty. I completely hate diabetes today.