July 4
Well, this is one Fourth of July I will never forget in a million years. I’ll just come out with it…I got my first period today. What timing, right? Talk about fireworks! Oh yeah, it was everything I’d been told about….yippee.
I woke up early this morning (well 8, that’s early on a holiday) in severe pain. It felt like somebody had kicked me in the gut! At first, I didn’t know what that pain was so I thought there was something terribly wrong with me! “Oh no, I’m dying”. I got up and went into the bathroom, and there was a little blood on my underwear. Not expecting it, I didn’t automatically think period, my first thought was “I’m bleeding!” Stupid, right? I mean, I’ve had the “girls only” class at school (in fifth grade), I’ve had talks with Mom more than once (especially since I’ve been waiting so long for it), and still I didn’t get a clue right away. DUMB!
I went to my parents’ room and peeked in, but both of them were already up, probably because they had stuff to do to get ready for the picnic. I heard the shower running in their bathroom, so I went to the kitchen hoping someone was there. Dad was scrambling some eggs and making toast. He looked up and smiled when he saw it was me.
Dad: Hey, sweetie. You’re up early.
Me: (my arms wrapped around my middle….my guts feel like they’re going to just fall out) Dad, I think there’s something wrong with me.
Dad: (frowning) What do you mean, “something wrong with you?” Are you sick?
Me: (starting to get teary….ugh) I’m really hurting and I’m bleeding too. I think I need to go to the hospital.
Dad: (frown gets deeper) Where does it hurt? Where are you bleeding?
Me: (I put my hands over my lower stomach) It hurts really bad right here.
Dad put down his spatula, and started toward me. Suddenly, I put two and two together. I felt so STUPID, and I started blushing bright red (I could feel my face get really hot). Then I started stuttering and backing away.
Me: (putting my hands out, as in “stop”) Oh…..Oh, maaaaaaaaan. Never mind, Dad. It’s okay. I figured out what’s wrong. It…uh…it’s nothing. Go back to your cooking, don’t let your eggs burn. I gotta go.
Dad: What the……?
I had already turned and started to flee the kitchen, but not before I saw the dawning look of comprehension start to replace the frown on his face. He yelled something about Mom after me, but I couldn’t hear him, I could only hear the pounding blood of embarrassment in my ears. I headed back upstairs to Mom and Dad’s room, hoping Mom was out of the shower. She was. Thank you, Lord.
I told her about starting, and she didn’t try to hug me or say anything gushy, which I was really grateful for, she just asked me a couple of questions, then went back in her bathroom and brought out some stuff. She handed me a couple of Tylenol and a glass of water and told me to go get back in bed (after I changed my underwear and put on a pad). Then she brought in a heating pad and plugged it in and put it over my “guts area”, and told me to just relax and the heat would help until the Tylenol kicked in. She stroked my hair back from my forehead, with a sympathetic look on her face…..poor baby…..what a day to start your period……I hope her cramps aren’t as bad as mine used to be when I was a teenager…..well, at least she’s started and we don’t have to worry if she’s normal in that area…..Then she started singing the alphabet song in her head, smiled and said she’d bring me some toast and juice. Thanks, Mom.
The heat really did help a lot, and in not too long the pain was almost gone. I laid there and ate my toast and drank the juice and read my book and dozed back off after a while, and when I woke up again it was noon! Mom came in to see how I was feeling.
Mom: How’s it going?
Me: (stretching) Better.
Mom: (holding out her hand and dropping two pills into mine) Here’s a couple more Tylenol. Take them when you get dressed.
Me: (slight frown) I don’t think I want to go today. I just want to stay here.
Mom: (small smile) I know how you feel, really I do. But I want you to go with us. You’re not sick, you just got your period. It will be fine.
Me: Everybody will know.
Mom: They’ll only know if you tell them. Believe me, other than you and me and maybe Sophie, nobody at the lake is going to know or care that you’re on your period. (I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything she held up a hand). Don’t start. I know it feels really weird and you want to just hide here in your room, but in a few months all this will feel completely normal and you might as well deal with it now and start getting used to it. Look, tomorrow you’ll have to go to work and do your job, even on your period. Today is a very relaxing day. You don’t have to do anything, you can just go and sit in a lawn chair or on a towel, munch on junk food all afternoon and hang out with your friends. No big deal. You can take a few extra pads in your backpack, and I’ll have Tylenol with me. It’s the best summer holiday, and I don’t want you to miss the fireworks. That’s your favorite part!
Me: (frowning and feeling muley) I could see them from here.
Mom: (smiling again) Yes, but they’re not near as pretty from here. Give it up, kiddo. You’re going. So take a shower, and get dressed. You’ll feel a lot better. Wear some of your looser shorts, preferably in a dark color to be safe and don’t wear white. That’s it, nothing to it. You won’t feel like swimming, so don’t bother with a swimsuit.
Me: (sighing a heavy, put-upon sigh) Fine. But I know I’m going to have an awful time, and be all embarrassed and it will be all your fault.
Mom: (turning to go) I’ll risk it.
Yes, of course I went, I had to, although I did argue and complain some more before we left. Stuff happened at the lake, but I’ll write about that tomorrow. I’m really sleepy. Hey, now that I’ve started, maybe I’ll get some chest-action going!