Migraine

I got a text early this morning from Nathan, telling me that he was getting a Migraine...He hasn't had one for over a year and a half.  It starts with blurred vision and quickly escalates.  I have never had a migraine, I don't know what it feels like or what he is going through.  But I do know from watching him, the many times that he's had them since we've been married that it must be horrific!  I have to stand and watch him, completely helpless but desperately wanting to help.  Each migraine's different.   Sometimes there is noise and light sensitivity.  He's had to ask me to leave the room because any movement that I made on the bed spread (which was hardly anything) was making his head pound.  Migraines almost always lead him to violently throw up.  I wonder what makes him throw up.  It's not like a stomach bug or food poisoning where he needs to get something specific out of his system.  Many times it seems like it builds and builds and finally he throws up and then it levels off and he's able to sleep, still miserable but at least sleeping. Why is this?  Watching him throw up is horrible but somewhat comical too...his limbs shoot out instantly in different directions.  I call it the "Super Star" cause its like he strikes a pose.  If I could put him in a cartoon and show him throwing up the character would be flailing all over the place trying to hold on to the toilet but not being able to and puking all around the toilet because his body is just that crazy.  But I do have to say that I am so proud of him today... 

Today, when I got home from shopping at Sam's Club with Jessica Johnson, I saw his car was home instead of him being at work.  That's when I knew he was really feeling awful.  Harlow went to go play with Bailey and I ran in to find Nathan.  I looked everywhere but he wasn't there.  I went out to his car and there he was just laying on the front seat/bench, curled up.  He had a big ziplock bag by his face (What a good husband of mine, to think about throwing up in a bag for me instead of flat out puking in the body of the car...if you know Nathan, you know why this is such a big deal...I don't think he's hardly ever made it to a toilet and I end up cleaning the now totally yucky carpet.  I hate cleaning up throw up, especially out of carpet!)  I went inside and got the pink (the darkest bedroom) ready for him.  I helped him out of the car which seemed almost too much for him.  He was groaning and moaning and holding his body.  Making our way upstairs and into the room before he lost it and started throwing up.  With a hand on his back I stood by and watched my poor Nathan.  I was concerned but I also watch out of interest.  The bag was still in his hands and I wondered if he'd be able to hold on to it and get it all in there or just completely miss...He did it!!  I was so- happy! All in the bag that I was able to zip up and toss! I can't even express how awesome that was! :) One happy wife right here!

He felt quite a bit better after this.  We laid in bed for a while with my hand on him - he likes me to do that when he's not feeling good. He slept.

I picked up Harlow from the Johnson's house and brought him back to see his daddy.  Harlow wanted to curl up and cuddle with his Papa, it was so cute.  Nathan said "oh buddy, I dreamed about the day when my little buddy would want to come snuggle with him.  I love this! In a few years you won't want to do this with me anymore...but then again, I'll probably feel the same way" - I laughed, imagining Nathan asking to come snuggle up in bed with his Dad now, yea, that would be a little weird.  The two were soon fast asleep.

We had a fun time sitting on the couch, talking and laughing about all these migraine stories this afternoon.  I love my husband!  I love his cheerfulness!  I love that he is my very best friend and I am his!  I love how we can take life for everything it's worth and still love it! 

(Not the Clearest Pictures, but I wanted the memory)