Every now and then, when things are really bad, things go really right — right where I need them to.
When I’m pregnant, I get something my doctor shrugged off as migraines. I feel bad claiming entrance into the migraine club, though, because what I experience isn’t nearly as bad as what I hear described by those I know who really suffer from migraines.
I will occasionally have a minor headache accompanied by blurred vision in my right eye. It isn’t horrible, but it’s incredibly inconvenient because I can’t see to do anything. The only way I’ve found to get through it is to lie down and close my eyes.
This wasn’t a huge problem during my first pregnancy. If it happened at work, I would just excuse myself and go lie down on a couch. There was always someone to fill in for me. But it’s a little harder to deal with during this pregnancy when there are littles hanging around, needing attention.
It happened today, and I was worried about how I was going to escape to be by myself. The girls had been playing together all morning really well, and that typically lasts just until I need to make a phone call, go to the bathroom, or — in this case — lie down.
So I sneakily made my way to my bed, stumbling a little bit because I only had half my sight. I closed my eyes, and tried to meditate. Sure enough, I heard the 2-year-old tell her sister she was going upstairs to find the cat — which was nestled right next to me.
“Oh no,” I groaned to myself.
But then — miracle of miracles! The 6-year-old successfully called the 2-year-old back to her. “No! Come play with me!” she sweetly said, and the 2-year-old actually complied.
It was a gift from God. I know it.
Once I had rested long enough that I could successfully see again, I went downstairs, unsure of what I would find. The two girls were standing at the sink, using every measuring cup to mix water and soap. Water covered the counter and the floor.
“Uh-oh,” I said. “What’s going on?”
“We’re making medicine to cure people, like Marie Curie,” 6-year-old Lydia told me.
She had been reading Every-Day Dress-Up by Selina Alko, which is about a little girl who dresses up as a different famous female heroine (Female heroine: is that redundant? I think it is.) every day of the week while pretending to be that famous female.
I bought this book for Lydia a few years ago, hoping to inspire her with worthy heroines. She was never really all that interested, and I was really disappointed. But somehow it resurfaced and has made a huge comeback. The girls read it every day, but this was the first time they imitated anything from it.
I spent the next few minutes “sampling” medicine for toenails that was made sweeter by “sugar,” medicine for your face that makes you prettier (“Well, prettier than you already are, Mommy, because you’re already so pretty,” she back-pedaled.), medicine for headaches, and toast (that was “made” by the 2-year-old.).
Lydia then declared she wants to be a scientist when she grows up.
I loved this book when I found it, but now that my girls are imitating it, I love it even more. If you have little girls, I would highly recommend it.
Now the thing about these so-called migraines is I get very lethargic for the rest of the day. Thank goodness there are seven women highlighted in the book. The girls have plenty to keep them occupied.