Daytime, Sunday 09/20: The fam heads to Fredericksburg to attend a family gathering at Grandpa Henrys house. The Snoosh™ has a good trip up, as do Aaron, Jackson, Mouse and I. The day is nice, good weather, and good company. The Snoosh™ is happy and being passed around like a fuzzy new puppy. All is well.
Late Afternoon, Sunday 09/20: Flash forward a few hours. The Snoosh™ is annoyed that we have missed her nap time, so I try to nurse her. I notice the holy bible next to me and I feel like having my boob out near it is somehow sinful. She eventually nods off and my head starts to pound. Two triggers set my migraine off: a hot house and cigar smoke. The Snoosh™ and I go lie down upstairs, and we are followed by our faithful guard dog Jackson. As I lie down Aaron comes to say hi, I report of my migraine and he finds me Imitrex. Imitrex is my wonder drug; it is safe for breastfeeding and usually wipes my pain away in no time. I try to nap after taking the pill but Snoosh™ wakes up and spits up all over me. Lovely. So we head downstairs for an outfit and diaper change. Cigar smoke again, head pounding, screen door slamming again and again and again. Make it all stop! I get Snooshy™ all cleaned up and pass her off to Aaron who is outside. I retreat back inside and take up camp on a recliner. Just shoot me. The pain is worsening and I feel like I am going to vomit. I don’t even feel the Imitrex kicking in, what the fuck?
Snoosh™ poops and Aaron brings her in for a diaper change. I tell him I feel like death and we need to leave soon. After a few minutes we pack up camp and head back to Richmond, an hour away.
In the car, Sunday 09/20: Jackson and Mouse are happy in the back of the Pilot. Aaron is driving with a headache and a stomach ache. I am sitting in the back with The Snoosh™. My head is POUNDING at this point and The Snoosh™ is SCREAMING. I start to cry out of pain and frustration. It’s not Snoosh’s™ fault that I am being stabbed with a knife inside my brain, but damnit why is she crying?? I try milk… no luck. Try to sing, even though I am in terrible take-me-to-the-ER-pain, but no luck. Aaron stops the car on the side of the road and takes Snoosh™ out of the carseat in hopes that diaper changing and rocking will cam her down. No dice. I nurse her on the side of 95, in the backseat of the Pilot, at night, 45 minutes from home, with a migraine, and puppy dogs whining directly in my ear. Seriously? What did I do to deserve this? Cut.Me.Some.Slack.
Back on the road again. Aaron runs over all the bumps and holes on the highway which puts The Snoosh™ to sleep. Finally, there is silence. We arrive home and I feel like I am going to pass out or fall over, so Aaron brings everything and everyone inside. For the first time since The Snoosh™ was born I took a vacation to The Dark Room™ and wallowed in my own pain with the accompaniment of a Darvocet.
So, how was your weekend?
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