Sunday morning, I found myself staring at the clock as I tried to calculate the wait; my stomach was twisting in pain.
Oh yes, I'm going there.
The sudden intensity of my menstrual cramps caught me off guard. Never in my life had they forced me off my feet. When they hit, I'd been in the middle of my Sunday morning routine and to my satisfaction, we were ahead of schedule. The kids had been fed, were dressed in their Sunday best and the diaper bag was packed.
My make-up less face filled with tears as I lay in the one position that brought a sense of relief. I was impatient as waited for the Ibuprofen to kick in. I felt frustrated that I'd have to miss Church for a lame-sauce reason like this. The excuse was something a girl would use in high school in an attempt to avoid a biology test. Just then, Andrew walked in. He was more confused than sympathetic as he asked,
"What's the matter?"
"My uterine lining is shedding. It hurts. So Much." I moaned. Judging by the expression on his face, that may have been the most unattractive thing to have ever come out of my mouth. Eliza trotted in behind him. Seeing my distress upset her instantly.
"Mommy, I will sing you a song." She announced as she climbed into bed with me. I painted a happy expression on my face as she began the serenade. It wouldn't be long until the meds kicked in. And if they didn't? I wondered.
"Eliza, will you say a prayer for Mommy?" I asked.
She agreed. It was the first time that she insisted on saying it by herself. Andrew and I sat in awe as we listened to her deliver her first prayer. And for the most part, it made sense. She expressed her love for Jesus, blessed the food that wasn't there and also asked for me to feel better. I was touched. Whether it was her faith, the drugs, or a combination of both I was soon back on my feet; the discomfort a distant memory.
Since then, Eliza has continued to volunteer her pleas for divine help on behalf of our family. Our sweet daughter, whom resembles me in so many ways (my flare for drama, ability to attract teasers, hyper sensitive, etc) said this:
"Dear Heavenly Father,
Please get me back to Lake Powell..."
And with that, we found another piece of Flegal in that dear child of ours.
*** I just read this entry aloud to Andrew. He is encouraging me to remove both the "m word" and the "u word" from the text. Based on his suggestion, we both are left to wonder: How many fellas frequent this blog?