Last night was a true test of resilience in parenting. My partner was away, our regular caregiver had recently changed her schedule and was unavailable, and my closest friends were all tied up at various events. With no help in sight, I found myself alone with three children, battling one of the worst migraines I’ve experienced in years.
In the past, when I’ve faced similar situations, our previous full-time nanny, who has since relocated to North Dakota, would swoop in at the last moment to help me through the evening. I can still vividly recall waking up from a migraine haze to find the house tidied, dishes washed, and my children peacefully tucked into bed. The gratitude I felt for her support at that moment was overwhelming.
But last night, there I was, with a sharp pain radiating from my left eye to the back of my neck, nausea threatening to take over, and the faintest light feeling like a spotlight blaring in my face. Thankfully, I had prepared dinner ahead of time, so I could manage to plate their food and pour their drinks before curling up on the couch, trying to muster the energy to direct my five-year-olds as they played babysitter.
“Is your baby sister finished eating? Can you get her some fruit? Please make sure she doesn’t stand up in her high chair or stick her fork in her nose!” I called out from my resting place. I had taken pride in making adorable fruit skewers with peaches and strawberries, but now I was just imagining my toddler accidentally stabbing herself. Fortunately, my son took it upon himself to help his little sister, carefully removing each piece of fruit from the skewer.
As the clock struck five, I felt the weight of the evening pressing down on me. I dreaded the thought of getting everyone through bath time, teeth brushing, and into pajamas. The noise from my energetic five-year-olds pierced through my migraine, and I could scarcely manage to respond to my daughter’s incessant calls of “Mama.”
Eventually, my little helpers reported that their sister was done eating. I took a deep breath, prompting my stomach to cooperate, and cleaned her up. To my horror, I discovered she had stuck a corn kernel up her nose! I pulled it out, only to find another one lodged even deeper. Thank goodness for my medical training—I was able to remove it and remind myself to add “no food in the nose” to my list of instructions for future babysitting sessions.
By six o’clock, my toddler typically would be heading to bed, but I knew I couldn’t stretch another hour. I managed to get her into pajamas and laid her down, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. I then called for my five-year-olds to join me upstairs, announcing a “national holiday” for baths and teeth brushing. They settled in beside me to watch cartoons, and I took that moment to rest, only to make brief trips to the bathroom to deal with my nausea.
In an unprecedented turn of events, I asked my children to tuck themselves into bed. They complied, with my son even turning off the lights and soothing his sister into silence. It was a small victory amidst a challenging day, and I felt immense gratitude for their understanding and cooperation.
Today, I’m back to my usual self, reflecting on how difficult it is for parents without a support system. Many of us are fortunate to have a village, but some face these trials alone. For those doing it without help, I admire your strength and dedication. If your children are fed, occasionally bathed, and their teeth brushed most of the time, you’re doing an amazing job.
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Summary:
Last night’s parenting ordeal was a testament to the challenges faced when support systems are unavailable. Battling a severe migraine, I managed to direct my five-year-olds while caring for my toddler. Despite feeling overwhelmed, I navigated the chaos with their help, showcasing the resilience of parents, especially those without a village. It’s inspiring to see how families adapt, even in the toughest situations.