No...it is the Guardian. I frantically fumble for it in the dark, my fingers blindly, dumbly seeking out the unfamiliar buttons. Need to get her quiet before she wakes up the whole crew!
I finally find the right sequence and silence descends. The only sounds the rhythmic breathing of the wife and child. Whew! I open the case and hold the screen near my nose, where I can read it without my glasses: Glucose LOW.
The first night on the job and the Guardian has caught a hypo, alerted me, and let me nip it in the bud. We are going to have a lot to be Thankful for this Thanksgiving Day.