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.
He nodded.
“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?
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Bummer on the migraine. 🙁 We’ve had things like that happen to us so many times. I had a car accident on our birthday one year (hubs and I have the same). I got sick on our birthday another year and we had to cancel our hotel and dinner reservations. Kiddo has gotten sick and thrown off plans more times than I can count. We’ve just learned that we can’t control life, and we can let it wreck us or we can shrug it off and move on.
Oh I really really know how that feels. I don’t know why I get so upset when the same thing happens to my hubby. It’s not something he plans. Maybe one day?
Been there, I was trying so hard to understand. But I still felt hurt. I had put such effort into getting ready and thinking about going out all day. Then he got sick. Honestly I wanted to “Why did you do this?” haha… I know I’m human and I can’t help if I get hurt, its just what I do with that hurt. I chose to just count, get him set up in the living room. Went and got him some liquid and treated my self to a yummy dinner from one of my fav restaurants. It also helped my hubby was so apologetic. He was pitiful. We just planned another evening.
You are a better woman than I. I’m not sure I could have written about it without being a tad more upset. While I realize it wasn’t hubby’s fault, having expectations dashed is always hard. The good news is you got a quiet day. Hopefully you get a date night at some point too!
Wallow in self pity, I say! Now how does one do one of those smiley face thingys?
Oh gosh that must have been annoying!
I guess if it were me I would have known it would have been too good to be true…
At least you got a quite day in the house though. I bet you could use another one by now!
I’m sorry Esther:(
Blessings
Oh no. What a disappointment! I hope you get your date soon.
I get migraines sometimes. Not as often now as I did when I worked full time, thankfully. They really stink 🙁
Wow, this one brought tears to my eyes.
Been there..I once got my hair done at a salon, dressed, makeup and all..ready for a party…migraine kicked in…and after a bit , I looked like a MESS!! Who would have guessed that I’d spent money to look like that.
I feel that pain, girl! Hope you’re healing up nicely. I have been LOVING the pics of Bobby! Bet you can’t believe he’s so big already. =) Mine is approaching 5 months… kinda sad. I need another baby!!! (Not really. *slaps self*)
I appreciated that you shared this. I always look for the lessons when things like that happen too! Making the best of a situation can be hard. I hope things are going well with your new baby!
Oh, that is tough. Just had a similar experience the other day. So hard not to feel sorry for yourself… Glad you were able to enjoy time with the baby, though!
I am trying my best not to wallow. It’s hard. I like that you looked for the lesson rather than dive head first into woe is me.
I would have been disappointed, too!
I am so sorry sweetie. I had something like this happen to me this week also. Big hugs to you!
I have to admit, I wallow. I’m glad you enjoyed that time to yourself and the baby! I hope you get a date night soon.