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Lost Another Week

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Spent Monday in bed, still worn out from all my productivity.

Tuesday Adam and I were both feeling off so we spent the day snuggling and such.

Yesterday woke up at 5am with a migraine. Tried to sleep it off for the next hour. Didn’t work. Had to get Adam up at 6, Simon did it instead while I took migraleave and tried to sleep some more.

Simon brought Adam back into our room at 7 so he could shower and Adam cuddled with me while I tried not to puke. Simon and Adam headed out the door.

I threw up, I think, 10 times between about 9am and 6pm. Nothing stayed down for ages. Not even the medicine that was suppose to stop the nausea. I spent the whole day with my eyes closed either sleeping or just laying there. I couldn’t even look at my phone (although I did occasionally as I was bored!) without needing to close my eyes every few seconds from the light. It was a horrendous day.

Simon and Adam got home just after 5 and ordered pizza for dinner. Simon got Adam into bed and I staggered down and managed some soup, some more medicine and some 7-Up. I went back to bed around 830 and actually slept through the night, which I usually don’t after such a day since I sleep so much during it.

This morning was better, although not perfect. I still had a slightly sore head and was exhausted. And had Adam all day.

We managed to go out to the shops and had a romp in the garden for awhile, as it was a beautiful day. As the day has worn on I’ve felt a bit better, if tired and not really hungry.

I’m off to bed soon and tomorrow will get back to my life.

But I wish these damn migraines would just go away!

Learning To Accept My Limitations

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So, as I’ve said, Sunday the 5th was my birthday. And we had plans for the Saturday. Plans for lunch, for a nice evening meal, a glass of wine, some cake.

Instead, I woke up with a migraine Saturday morning. So I spent the day in bed throwing up and resting. And resting and throwing up. And sleeping. And did I mention throwing up?

And I cursed my head. My body. For once again letting me down. For ruining my plans. Something it does all.The.Time.

I mentioned this to my mother and she, correctly and sagely, pointed out I should get over it. It’s the body I have.

So I am trying to remember that. That it’s the body I have and the world isn’t going to end if all of our boxes aren’t unpacked yet. Or if Adam’s toys aren’t picked up.

I’m finding it very hard, though.

To accept that there are days when, truly, all I can do is sit and rest. Unfortunately, sometimes those are days that Adam is home. And we do nothing but play quietly, colouring and watching TV. And I try to at least take him for a brief walk or have a romp in the back garden. But sometimes even that doesn’t happen.

I know soon he’ll be in school full time and it won’t be a problem any more. For one thing, if he goes where we want him to, it’s a 1.5 mile walk one way to get there! For another, of course they have recess or whatever they call it in the UK.

But I still wonder what he’ll remember. Will he just remember that Mummy loved him always? Or will he remember being bored out of his mind stuck inside because Mummy Hurts?

I’m also really fed up with not being able to do what I want when I want. To run out of spoons some days as soon as I get out of bed.

And it happened again today. I woke up at 5:10am with a headache that felt like it was heading into migraine territory. So I got up and took some Migraleave. And I never puked but I was in bed all day with pain. And it was a beautiful sunny day. And I missed it. Again.

Simon and Adam went to the park. And for a coffee. And to get some shopping done.

And I lay in bed all day. In pain. Sleeping. Missing it.

Again.

And I don’t accept it. I don’t know how to accept it. I also can’t change it.

I like to think I live my life not worrying about things I can’t change. Except I can’t change this and I worry about it. It’s a huge disconnect in the way I want to be, to live.

It has taken me over a week to write this post and I’m still not sure what I am trying to say. But I think it’s time to hit publish and get it out there.

I usually like to end on a high note.

I have no high note on this issue.

When Mummies Get Ill

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So this morning I woke up around 6am with a headache. I ran to the loo and confirmed that it was indeed snoring I could hear from Adam’s room and snuggled back into bed, hoping some more sleep would kill it.

At 630 Simon’s alarm went off. He grumbled himself out of bed, confirmed that, yes that was *still* snoring coming from Adam’s room and I told him I was going to stay where I was. I still had a headache.

At 7 I decided I needed some painkiller and maybe some food and headed downstairs. As I was making coffee sounds of wakefulness came from Adam’s room and so I left the coffee to brew and headed to get him.

Got him up and changed and went back downstairs to get him his bottle (Yes, he’s nearly 2 and a half and he still has milk from a bottle. Get over it.) and some juice and painkillers for me.

At 730 Simon headed off to work. At that point I had also had something to eat and was drinking some coffee. The headache wasn’t shifting, however.

At about 9, I started puking.

Nothing has stayed down all day. So I am home with my 2 and a half year old and pushing him out of the way or throwing him off my lap all day so I can run to the toilet, where he joins me to say ‘Oh no, mummy sick’. Very helpful.

So the TV has been on all day. Plans to run to the shops and the park cancelled. And I lose another day of sorting the house, which I do bits of when he naps on days he’s home.

He did actually nap this morning, for about an hour and half, during which time I lay on the other sofa and dozed a bit.

Now it’s 3pm and I’ve just puked again. Simon got a very kind colleague to cover his afternoon lecture and is on his way home, stopping to get the milk, juice and food for tea we need as I am not up to cooking.

Adam has been bringing books to me to read, watching TV, climbing the furniture and managing to entertain himself.

He’s eaten 2 bagels (whole, he doesn’t like them cut or toasted any more!), some cheese, juice, apple sauce, milk and pickles. I’ve eaten, but not kept down, cereal, coffee, juice, half a cup of sugary tea and about 20 Fox’s mints.

So mummy is ill. And we are surviving.

But I’ll be so glad when Simon walks through the door!

I Really Did Intend for Adam And I to Go Out and Do Something Fun Today…

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Thursdays are now earmarked as Mummy and Adam fun day. Monday, Wednesday and Friday he’s at daycare. Tuesday we need to run errands. So Thursdays are suppose to be fun.

Instead we are stuck inside. Partially because the weather is horrid and there really are no indoor fun activities for a toddler in Belfast City Centre. Mostly because I am very very sore and very very tired.

I had a migraine on Monday which was a good day to have one as Simon took Adam to daycare and picked him up. So I had the whole day to rest. Except that my Migraleave failed and I continued to puke into the night.

And then it was Tuesday. Migraine Hangover Day (TM). I used to spend that day in bed as well. Except now I have a toddler. And a husband who had to be at a remote campus for a thing, so he couldn’t take the day off. And no food in the house. So I had to take my hungover self and my toddler to the shops. After dealing with 3 temper tantrums. In a row. One because I needed to eat breakfast and he wanted to play. One because I need the loo and he wanted to play. And one because I, apparently, picked a pretzel up off the floor in a wrong manner!?!

Anyway, we got ourselves out the door. I offered Adam the choice to walk or ride in his pram, he choose the pram. Right there is a signal, along with the 3 tantrums, that he was either not feeling well or really tired. He loves to walk. So we do our errands and at the end of Tesco I notice he’s yawning his head off. So I push the pram into lie down position. And he does his ‘But I’m not tired Mummy’ shriek for 2 seconds and falls asleep. And sleeps for three hours!

If I had known he was going to sleep so long I would have lay down as well. But he has this psychic ability to wake up just as I’m falling asleep, so I didn’t bother to try, eating lunch and lazing on the sofa instead.

In any case, 3 hours of sofa rest does not equal a day in rest to finish recovering from a migraine.

So Wednesday he’s back in daycare and I not only had to catch up on my work from Monday but I have the washer repair man and some guys to finish fixing the water damaged bathroom wall coming. So rest was, once again not in the cards. I did manage to lie down for about an hour in the afternoon, but still not enough rest.

And then it was today. And Adam’s home. And I have zero energy. And the weather is total crap. So we stayed home.

We played on the floor some with both puzzles and trucks. We watched TV some. I tried to get him to nap in the morning. No go.

Then we had lunch.

Adam had scrambled eggs with cheese and tomatoes: –

20110811-122234.jpgLook! A picture!

I had scrambled eggs with yellow peppers and spring onions: –

20110811-122304.jpgAnd another!

We both had some corn bread, thanks to my friend Lisa in England who sent me a care package last week: –

20110811-123727.jpgThree pictures! 🙂

I have no idea why I took pictures, BTW. I just did. 🙂

Anyway, Simon managed to come home early today and I went and lay down for about 2 hours. And Simon managed to get Adam to finally nap.

And so tomorrow is Adam’s first Friday in daycare, ever. And I have to finish catching up with work. And go buy some more groceries (what are we having for dinner tomorrow?!) without a toddler in tow. Oh and pick up the dry cleaning.

And, hopefully, have a nap.

Next week, we’ll do something fun.

I hope.