It was still dark when the baby started fussing this morning. I quietly rushed to her room so that neither her crying nor my footsteps on the creaky wood in our century-old house would wake anyone else.

"Shhh, shh, shh," I consoled as I picked her up, bouncing gently hoping she would think it was still nighttime.

Her pointer and middle fingers promptly went into her mouth and she rested her head on my shoulder. Those baby snuggles are something so wonderful. We quietly walked back to my room where we climbed into bed with The Mr. Who was snoring. As usual.

No. 3 settled fairly well for it being around 6 a.m. I knew I should have counted my blessings yesterday when we all slept until almost 8 a.m.

Listening to the rhythmic snoring and the intermittent sound of No. 3 sucking on her fingers, I started to hear my body talking to me, as well.

My heart was beating a little faster than I thought it should. It must just have been from all the "commotion", I tried to tell myself.

My eyes were closed and I could feel the coolness from the ceiling fan.

I felt the warm rush of blood to my face. You're just settling down from getting jolted awake, I tried to convince myself.

I was getting more comfortable and I could feel myself slowly drifting to sleep. The warmth of the blankets and the baby's soft skin were begging me to stay in bed.

Maybe I should check my sugar, I thought rather consciously. What was I before bed? 73 after dinner, I remembered. But then I had that glass of milk before bed. I should be fine, I thought. Besides, if I move I'll likely wake the baby and then we'll all be up for the day. I know my body, I thought. I know that as long as I stay here and don't move I'll be fine. The second I make a move for my meter that's when I'll be low.

I allowed myself to settle again. Drifting quickly back to sleep, ignoring my body and my brain screaming to me that I needed to do something other than sleep.

Is this how it ends, I wondered (again rather consciously). Dueling parts of my brain and my body tugging at me to do drastically different things and the worst part winning out? Is this what it feels like to just go to sleep and never wake up? Would this ever really happen?

I woke up an hour or so later. I felt fine. Fairly quickly, though, after getting out of bed, that low finally hit me. I wondered how low I would be, almost fantasized about seeing numbers in the 50s and 40s, and then scolded myself for this weirdness I was experiencing.

I was 64, although I felt much lower considering I have had several numbers in the 50s in the last few days and felt perfectly normal.