Small Children and Migraine: Parenting with Chronic Illness

I live with small children and migraine. It’s a lot!  Today is my baby’s 5^th birthday!  He tells me, “It’s easy Mom, a whole hand!” and throws his little fingers out.  This Superman is my heart. Now that my baby is a whole hand and thinking about Kindergarten, I think about how hard it is parenting with chronic illness.

Having Small Children and Migraine

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 migraine. Raising children is hard enough and adding health issues into life makes these 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.

Parenting with Chronic Illness

People told me that having little ones was the hardest time with migraine.  Isn’t having a little one’s the hardest part of most people’s lives?  At the same time, 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……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 while giving the best hugs.

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