But today that’s not an option. Seven weeks ago I became responsible for another which means I can’t just pull the covers over my head. Instead I crawl out of bed and soothe the crying babe.
How can I care for this tiny human when I’m the one who needs to be taken care of? He’s crying for his mother, but right now I’m crying for mine.
I hear the hum of the garage door and whisper in my little man’s little ear, “Papa is home. It’s gonna be okay.” On his lunch break, my dear husband has brought me food and drink. We both know from experience that if the migraine gets too bad we’ll end up spending the evening in the emergency room and we’ll try everything we can think of to stop it.
The shades are drawn. An ice pack is on my head. The medicine has been taken. I’m sipping liquids as much as my upset stomach will allow. A fan is blowing on my head. The lunch break is over and he must return to base. Together we pray that I will receive the strength to continue.
As I breathe in air to sustain my body, I breathe in grace to sustain my soul. I tell myself the truths that I am prone to forget.
Today is not easy. Today is not enjoyable. But I know that God has given me enough grace to make it through today. The migraine, the crying babe, the pain. All of it is covered by the grace I’ve been given. Tomorrow holds the promise of “new mercies”. Which is good. I’ve exhausted all that I’ve been given for today.
And although my son slumbers through my words, I whisper in his ear: “We’re gonna get through, Haddy. We’ve got grace. And life is all about grace.”