I’ve been meaning to write this for a while but, in all honesty, it’s been too damn depressing. Who wants to write about migraines, and does anyone really want to read about them?
But the more I realize how much they’ve impacted my life, and now my family’s, I want to share what I’ve experienced. And I’d love to hear how other moms (or dads) with migraines have handled parenting through the pain.
I’ve had migraines off and on since I was a kid. I’d get a lot of them for a year and then would have hardly any for a few years in between. As much as I hated them, I got through them, one at a time, but their enormous effect on my life didn’t really strike me until after I had kids.
I keep thinking about the impact my migraines have on my children’s lives. They are now eight and five and very aware of what’s happening. I don’t want them to think of me as Mom, that lady in the dark bedroom, surrounded by medicine. I try to keep discussions about my headaches light and straightforward. After all, there is nothing to worry about. I do feel like I have done a good job of protecting them from worry. They seem to take a headache as a matter of fact. For that, I am very, very grateful. Even if they’re not worried, though, what exactly are they thinking? Are they sad? Do they wish I could just get out of bed? Do they miss me? Are they mad?