Barefoot and Pregnant
After an evening and morning fraught with anxiety about dying under anesthesia and never seeing my beloved or our three wonderful children again in this life, my tooth was pulled and a bone graft done quickly and relatively painlessly.
Until the numbing shot wore off, that is. Now it flipping hurts.
Nevertheless, I didn’t die and the going to sleep/waking up process was quicker and smoother than any surgery I’ve ever been knocked out for. Yay for a cool, competent and slightly weird doctor!
And now, for quick takes.
#7
The Nurses
(I guess technically they were dental assistants) really knew what they were doing. They could tell that I was nervous (probably because I told them I was, repeatedly) so when the doctor started to put the IV in one of them started asking me about my kids. I drifted off, happily extolling the virtues of my wonderful children.
It was pretty nice.
#6
Sienna
after hugging me, watched me warily for a little bit as I stumbled around with gauze in my mouth. Then she said, “Dad? Why is Mom different than she used to be?”
Poor kid. She sounded really concerned. Luckily I managed to pull it together enough tonight to talk with her for a bit and put her to bed, and she seemed fairly relieved.
#5
My Mom
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| (Isn’t she pretty?) |
is a big fat liar. She had the same procedure done not too long ago and said it didn’t hurt at all.
Well, it bloody hurts. A LOT.
It doesn’t help that I’m a wimpering, pathetic mess in the face of pain. Oh, not labor pains, cause those are easy. You just have to concentrate. They stop after a minute and you get a break. And eventually, they will stop completely and you’ll have a shiny, multi-colored, squalling and magical baby in their place!
This pain isn’t quite the same. I have no idea when it will end, and the only reward I get for suffering it is a gap in the back of my mouth.
Oh, and the Ogre is spoiling me with ice cream and tiramisu and movies. That makes it worth it.
#4
In My Mom’s Defense
she’s totally weird, and not just because of this picture. She has a bizarre response to pain. For example, when she was in college she tore all the ligaments in her knee in a skiing accident. Guess how she responded?
By laughing. Hysterically. They couldn’t even understand what happened to her because she couldn’t stop laughing!
See what I mean? Weird.
#3
Then I Married the Ogre
who likes to scoff at us mere mortals who feel things like “pain”.
Every single time I say, “this hurts,” including the times when what was hurting were my fervent attempts to bring our progeny into the world, he reminds me of the time when he rode in a car for a twenty-minute drive to the hospital, holding the two halves of his leg together, and never once screamed.
Then I say, “Dearest, do you know why I’m not able to deal with that level of pain? It’s because I’m not stupid enough to get hit by a car. God gives special graces to people that stupid.”
#2
My Mouth Hurts
ouch.
#1
An Update
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| Kathleen with her son |
For all of you who were praying for my friend Kathleen, thank you! Our prayers were answered and the doctors were able to stabilize her contractions enough to stem the bleeding. It seems that she did not, in fact, have a placental abruption, thank goodness. She is at home on strict bedrest until March 1, when little Josephine will be joining us here in the world. She does have to have weekly progesterone shots and still isn’t able to do much in the way of caring for her little ones, so continued prayers would still be appreciated.
Thanks guys! Have a happy weekend, and go see Jen for more quick takes.
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