When Bobby was about three weeks old, my sister Miriam offered to come for the other four kids and take them to her house for a slumber party. I was thrilled. I had hardly left the house since Bobby was born, but I asked my husband if he would like to go on a date that night. He told me he was swamped at work and didn’t know when he could come home.
Well, I figured that even if it was late, we would be able to do something since we didn’t have the kids. I looked forward to it all day. You would think I would have had a lot of time to get things done, but at that point with feeding Bobby every two hours all day, there really wasn’t much time. I did check out several movies from the library, so I had a relaxing fun day to myself.
I was nursing Bobby about 5:00 when I heard the phone ring. When I finished feeding him, I went to see who had called. Sure enough, it was Jason. I checked, but there was no message. I called his work, and they told me he had gone home. Yea! I was so excited. We would get to go out! I put the baby on the bed and got all ready—make-up, hair, and even my high-heeled boots!
I waited around, imagining the great time we would have. After a while I decided to make myself useful and went outside to bring in the mail. I saw Jason’s car drive up. I knew he would be happy that I had dressed up for a change. I stood there waiting . . . , but he didn’t look at me. He sat in the car for a moment too long. I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach.
Finally, he slowly opened the door and stood up. His face—I knew that look. “You have a migraine!” I accused.
“Why didn’t you leave a message?” I asked.
“I did,” he said as he walked past me, went into the house and crawled into bed.
With tears streaming down my face, I kicked off my high-heeled boots, took off my pretty earrings, and changed into something more comfortable. While I watched movies with Bobby, I could hear my poor husband downstairs being sick, but I have learned that when he is in that state, he just wants to be left alone. Bobby and I slept on the couch, and Jason had already left for work when we got up in the morning. So much for our romantic date, but I did get to enjoy a relaxing day at home with my baby!
The next day there was a message from Jason on my phone. I don’t know why it wasn’t there the day before. In situations like this I always wonder if there was some lesson I was supposed to learn. Why would this have been the one day in the year for him to get one of those horrid migraines? Sometimes there are lessons, but sometimes life just happens. There will always be disappointments, and we always have the choice: Will we pick ourselves up and make the best of the situation, or will we wallow in self pity?