How to Save a Life

First, a little background. I'm sure most of you know, but for those of you who don't, I am diabetic. Sometimes, for one reason or another, my blood sugar will go low in the middle of the night. Good sugar levels are between 80 and 120. In these instances I usually wake myself up when I get to about 50. Then I am always able to correct the problem by either taking some of the sugar tablets that I keep in my night stand or by eating some food. Now for the story...
Two nights ago Tyler and I went to exercise in the evening. We came home, showered and got ready for bed. Before I went to sleep I checked my blood and everything was fine. The rest of this was relayed to me by Tyler for I wasn't very coherent during the duration. Around 2:30am Tyler woke up. He looked over at me and I was completely face down in my pillow (I always sleep on my back or on my side) with my feet hanging off the bed and my body uncovered. He said I was making very faint moaning sounds so he asked if everything was all right. When I didn't respond he shook me. When he still got no reaction he sprang up and immediately thought of the soda some friends of ours left in our fridge. He got the soda and came back to my side of the bed. He had to physically turn me over because I was non-responsive. First he turned off my pump so no more insulin would be administered. Then, to make me start drinking, he prodded at my lips. He said he was talking to me the whole time but I was out cold. When I opened my mouth he helped me to drink from the 2 liter bottle and apparently I guzzled down about 20 oz. without breathing. Tyler pried the bottle from my mouth so I would stop and breathe a minute. He figured that this would give me enough of a boost for a short time so he could check my blood. He asked me where the light on my glucometer was, but what I heard was, "How do you shut this?" I told him to hand it to me and I zipped the meter closed and set it back on my nightstand. He patiently opened it back up and found my little flashlight that I keep near by. I then informed him that he should just check my blood sugar on my pump (a capability that my pump does not have). At my request, he handed me my pump and I began looking for my blood sugar. I frantically searched the screens, confused at why it wasn't there. By this time Tyler had my meter ready and had pricked my finger to achieve my blood sugar. It was 27. I was crying at this point because I realized that I was not making sense. I had never before gone so low that this happened. I was aware enough this time that I could help Tyler give me the soda, although he still had to hold it for me. Then I started crying again because I was so scared that I didn't wake up around 50 like I usually do. I was so glad that Tyler had the presence of mind to get up and help me when I couldn't do it for myself. He checked my blood again and it was 45, thankfully on the rise. I told him I had to go to the bathroom so he sat me upright and just like a baby after a meal I let out a few non-feminine belches. He laughed and said I had probably had too much soda, so he got me some cereal to munch on instead of that. After I was in a safe range again we returned to bed, not for very long in Tyler's case, and being the great wife that I am I slept right through him getting ready at 5:30am for work.
I've concluded that it was probably from exercising in the evening. I think my blood sugar plummeted and I, therefore, skipped the 50's stage where I usually wake up. Well, I'm okay now- no worries. Next time we exercise at night I will change the amount of insulin given to me during the night. I just wanted to share the tale of my heroic husband with all of our wonderful friends and family!