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Well, I am thankfully able to write a coherent and pain-free sentence today after suffering from a headache and then migraine for the past two days. It started Tuesday night, just a run of the mill headache, the kind I get just about every other day. Unfortunately, Patrick had the worst shift ever, 11p to 5a, so I just had to suck it up and take care of Miss Emmaline that afternoon (so he could nap) and that evening/early morning.

It really wasn't too terrible. She was very good for me and we just spent some Mommy-Daughter time together without our stinky Daddy :) By time Patrick got home a little after 5am, I was just finished feeding the baby, pumping, and washing all the bottles and supplies. We talked for a few minutes and then went to sleep. By 7am when Emmaline woke up again, I had planned on getting up with her so Patrick could catch up on some sleep, but when I woke up my head was pounding. I'm sure Patrick was thinking, "Yeah, right..." when I said I hurt too bad to get her but he (like a champ) got her anyway while I sat and suffered. And suffered...

For those of you who get the occasional (or, like my Dad, NEVER) headache, you have no idea how excruciating a migraine is. And for those of you who do know, I am so, so sorry. You have the worst, worst headache you can imagine. You are sensitive to light and sound so miniscule it's ridiculous. I have to turn my phone and monitor around because those tiny green status lights make my stomach churn. You are sweating like you just ran a marathon and have chills. And the worst part... the vomiting. I hadn't thrown up since right before I delivered Emmaline (literally, right before. I was afraid to vomit because I thought flexing my stomach muscles to do it would push her out!).

After an hour of this, I called Patrick in and begged him to go searching through our medicine container to find something, anything, to give me. Luckily, after I had the baby, I had a prescription for Lortab filled that I never used. He gave me two and for that I will forever be grateful.

So, naturally after this I was zonked. I slept until 1p which was amazing but once I was awake, I felt awful that poor Patrick had been up all night, barely slept 2 hours, and then had to be up with the baby again. But honestly, what was I supposed to do? and what if Patrick hadn't been there? There is literally no way I could have cared for Emmaline. I guess I would have had to call my Dad or someone to come over and help.

Anyway, I let Patrick take a much-needed and much-deserved nap when I got up. After a couple of hours, he asked if he could go look at a potential motorcycle purchase a friend was interested in. I think it's so cute he asks me :) Of course I was going to let him! He saved my life that morning, haha. As luck would have it, about 20 minutes after he left I started to feel awful again. The next two hours were just a mixture of feeding and changing her, and letting Elmo help out in between. Thank God for Elmo and an oddly attentive 3 1/2 month old. When Patrick got home, I popped another Lortab and just tried to finish out the night.

I love, love, love Patrick, Lortab, and Elmo.