Having Small Children and Migraine

Today is my baby’s 5th birthday!  He tells me, “It’s easy Mom, a whole hand!” and throws his little fingers out.  This Superman is my heart.

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Now that my baby is a whole hand and thinking about Kindergarten, how can I not reflect on how far we’ve come?  I have a lot of people ask me questions about being a mom of young ones, pregnancy, being a stay at home mom, and how I have managed all of those things while battling migraines, and all the craziness that comes with it.  I’ve had people tell me they have considered not having children because of it.  These events are hard enough but adding health issues into them makes these life events a whole lot more twisted.

It brings up so many emotions on how hard it was being pregnant, having a baby, and living a migraine life.  As with everything, both pregnancies were different, both births and babies were different and migraine life was extremely different.

I can say I never considered not being a mom.  I was meant to be a mom.  In my mind, body and soul, I was meant to be someone’s mom (cue the tears).  My heart beats for my children.  Being a mom is the best thing that has ever happened to me and the best thing that ever will.  I feel these seconds, days, months fly by.  At the same time each second seems hard, crazy, and isn’t it nap time yet?  I look back at how wonderful it was and then really think back at how hard it was.  Like, REALLY hard, in SO many ways.  Yet so very magical, precious and fleeting.

People told me that having little one’s was the hardest time with Migraine.  Isn’t having little one’s the hardest part of most people’s lives?  At the same time, there’s no way of knowing, but I have a feeling that when I look back on my life, I will see these as the days of my life.  (If you are a Days of Our Lives watcher read the last line in the dramatic voice.)  Like sand through the hourglass……

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my birthday boy.  To know him is to love him.  Truly!  His smile is contagious, his stories make me laugh, he tells me “I love you” all day long and gives the best hugs.

A whole hand now!  How does time go so fast?

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