I haven’t written in a while.  A combination of busy-ness and laziness.  I’ll admit my last couple of blogs haven’t been much – as J said, “When are you going to write a real blog?”  He should talk, he hasn’t updated his in almost two months.  I’ve had a lot of ideas for blogs, but never got around to implementing them.

First off, Little J has another tooth!  That ups the total to five.  I think he has another one coming in, too.  I’m excited – the more teeth he has, the more comfortable I am giving him something besides purees.  I bought those melt-in-your-mouth banana puffs from Gerber, and it was weeks before I let him eat them whole, rather than breaking them up into pieces.  And before I stopped fishing them out of his mouth with my pinky if I thought they were too big.  Overprotective much?

And even bigger news – he took his first step last Saturday!!  He took one wobbly step towards me, paused, started to take another and fell down.  He was so proud of himself!  He hasn’t done it again since, but I’ve tried a hundred times.  He’ll stand there and watch me from a couple feet away, calling him, and he’ll grin at me all excited and happy…and then plop his little butt down.  Oh well, he’ll be running me ragged soon enough.

I got all four of my wisdom teeth taken out recently.  I’d been putting it off for years – and every time one of them got infected, I’d curse myself for waiting.  If you’ve never had an infected wisdom tooth, you’ve never felt the urge to smash your jaw with a hammer just to take the pain away.  So, I finally got it done.  I was excited in the days leading up to it but the night before the surgery, I got really nervous. I was prattling on to J – What if I wake up in the middle? What if I don’t wake up at all? What if there are really bad complications? – and all he could do was kiss my forehead and tell me everything would be fine.  I tried not to worry too much about the recovery.  I kept telling myself, “You made it through childbirth and recovering from that.  You felt like your body would never get back to normal, but it has, and you will recover from this too.”

Of course, everything turned out fine.  My oral surgeon was awesome, he said he’d have a martini ready for me when I woke up.  I wish!  They gave me general anesthesia, and the last thing I remember is the ceiling starting to swirl, and the surgeon asking me “How are you doing?” I may or may not have answered, and I was out.

But…I did wake up towards the end!  I couldn’t open my eyes, but I felt them working on my mouth. Thankfully I still couldn’t feel a thing (they gave me a Novacaine shot after I fell asleep, “just in case” – which makes me think it happens a lot) – and I think I was trying to say “I’m awake” which came out “Ah aggh.”  I think I cried a tiny bit, because I remember someone wiping away tears.

I spent the next five days hopped up on pain meds and feeling great.  My hubby was wonderful, taking care of me and the baby, not letting me lift a finger.  Then Monday rolled around.  He went back to work and I took the last of my pain meds…and I realized how truly amazing those meds were, because my jaw started hurting.  It took a few more days of salt water rinses and extra-strength Tylenol before I started feeling like myself again.  Actually, even better, because my wisdom teeth were finally gone!  I’m so relieved it turned out well, especially since J had heard of some horrible experiences from the guys he worked with.

So that’s the update on me.