Tidbits

Life is going by too quickly for me to blog about everything I want to blog about. Somehow the minutes and hours and days just keep ticking away and I can hardly believe another week has gone by. This past weekend the weather turned positively summery, so this morning the kids and I ventured to the playground and I got a great video of Gabriel showing off his repertoire of words. The therapy is working! He also says no and his own version of yes (sounds kind of like "dah"). We're baby stepping our way up in the world of words!

My main reason for being quiet on the blog last week was Amelia got sick. A week ago Sunday she started a fever and it hung on for several days, leaving her completely miserable and listless and needy like nothing else. Praise God she was the only kiddo who got whatever it was, and her only symptom was the fever. No gross bodily fluids or anything like that, but I had my hands full enough, literally, because if Amelia was awake, she needed to be held. I felt like I'd been through the ringer by Friday after several days of hardly being able to fix a meal or answer the phone without a baby dissolving into fits of agonizing crying. And no one was sleeping well at night. We took Amelia to the doctor at one point but were just told to wait it out, which is what I'd figured we'd do anyway. I'm glad the fever dissipated, however slowly, and as of today it looks like we're out of the woods.

My rough week last week was compounded by my visit to the new endodontist to finish off my root canal. Yeah, you know that little procedure that has now stretched out as long as an epic war story. Good news was I was able to go to a new endodontist who was kind and gentle and good at explaining things. Unfortunately the rest of the news was not all that great. Before she ever looked at my tooth she spoke with the first endodontist and told me that he was concerned that I might lose the tooth. He never told me that. She said he probably took as many visits as he did because he was trying to preserve the tooth. When she started to work on it herself she didn't take long to finish up and concur with his ruling. Apparently my molar has some long scraggly roots and the tips are close to my sinuses and there's just something about my tooth anatomy that makes this a particularly difficult root canal. So she recommended I get the tooth pulled. Which sucks. Really sucks. But at this point I gotta do it. I trust this second endodontist's judgement and the last thing I'm going to do is go in for a FIFTH root canal appointment, so now I'm off to the oral surgeon next week to get an extraction. Maybe I should just get them all pulled and let dentists be a thing of my past. Thank goodness this is a molar and no one will see the big gap in my teeth. Bet it'll feel weird for a long time though. Someday I'll need to get an implant, but from what I hear they are pricey and not often covered by insurance. I haven't had the heart to check what my insurance covers. I think I'm just looking forward to having this tooth out of my head so my life can go on. It's already infected. Just pray that it doesn't start hurting too bad before I get a chance to have it out next week. And if you're in the neighborhood and feeling generous, feel free to stop by with a milkshake!