In first grade, our teacher at Kindred Public School, Miss Sorlie, gave awards to every child in class. A yellow construction paper ribbon, pinned to the bulletin board at the back of the class, highlighted a positive aspect of each of us.
I didn't really understand mine.
"Most Thoughtful." That was nice, I guess, but I was 6. I didn't really get it.
Sunday night, as I tucked my wiggly worm in, I promised her I would stay upstairs and read in our room. "I have a headache, Honey. I'm going to take some Tylenol and finish my book. I've got a new one to start, too. You just go to sleep," I said, knowing she was keyed up and wouldn't stay in her bed without some serious intervention.
After one more, "I just need another hug from you," she went to sleep.
Monday morning, I woke at 9 AM* to my little girl standing at the side of my bed.
"Mommy?" she said, stroking my hair. "Your head still hurt?" She leaned over and kissed my forehead.
Yeah, now I get it. She deserves a thousand construction paper ribbons.
*(Yes, 9 AM!!!! NINE!!!! And she did it again on Tuesday! I'm liking this.)
Showing posts with label headache. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Gone!
It's finally done! Yaaaaayyyyy!!!! (jumping up and down)
Combinations of Excedrin, Advil Cold and Sinus, Benadryl, Vicodin, an injection of Toradol and a fair amount of yoga.
I'm a bit sore, but I can finally relax and not worry that in the next half hour life will become unbearable. When we get back from our trip, I will have an appointment with a neurologist, so hopefully we'll be able to figure something out. I'm not ready or willing to stop breastfeeding yet, but if these escalate again, I might have to. I hope not, but it's better to take care of myself, for Rowan. Though it was a totally different situation, that's one of the things I am still angry with my mother about. I can't do it to my little girl--she deserves to have to put up with me for a long, long time!
Note to self: must do yoga more often. It does help. Now if I could just find a yoga studio in this dinky burg that has day care. I'd love to be back in a regular class.
Thanks for all your concern and well wishes. When you're suffering, it helps just knowing others are out there wishing it wasn't so.
Combinations of Excedrin, Advil Cold and Sinus, Benadryl, Vicodin, an injection of Toradol and a fair amount of yoga.
I'm a bit sore, but I can finally relax and not worry that in the next half hour life will become unbearable. When we get back from our trip, I will have an appointment with a neurologist, so hopefully we'll be able to figure something out. I'm not ready or willing to stop breastfeeding yet, but if these escalate again, I might have to. I hope not, but it's better to take care of myself, for Rowan. Though it was a totally different situation, that's one of the things I am still angry with my mother about. I can't do it to my little girl--she deserves to have to put up with me for a long, long time!
Note to self: must do yoga more often. It does help. Now if I could just find a yoga studio in this dinky burg that has day care. I'd love to be back in a regular class.
Thanks for all your concern and well wishes. When you're suffering, it helps just knowing others are out there wishing it wasn't so.
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