Tuesday night around 5, I got lambasted with a killer migraine. One of those that hurts so bad, it makes me vomit and drives me to literally hit my head against the wall to stop the pain. My medicine didn't cut it, nor did any natural remedies. After fours hours of this, and for only the second time in 18 years of suffering from migraines, I needed to go in to the ER to stop it.
Why is this a good thing?
Because, for all the joking and teasing I've given Jay about his helpfulness during previous labor and deliveries, he totally came through. All I had to do was walk downstairs and tell him I couldn't take it anymore. The TV was off, he was up with the phone in hand, asking who to call and what to do. He called my OB to find out what they could give me, who then called our local ER and gave them instructions. He arranged someone to care for the sleeping girls, got my coat and shoes on me, got me in the car, helped/dragged me in the ER door, held me up while they gave the shot, held the bucket while I got sick again and again, and carried me home and put me to bed. He stroked my head, squeezed my skull when it felt like my brains were exploding out, and took care of everything Wednesday morning so I could continue to pass out. He was a knight in shining armor! My hero! I haven't felt this loving toward him, or this loved by him, in a while.
You may say a migraine is nothing like labor, but it is. Think of it like transition, like the last 3 centimeters, the worst of it, but without a positive end outcome. And if Jay can help me so very well through that, then bring on labor! I found a coach!