Monday, February 21, 2011

Surgery Date

I now, after four years of treatment, have a surgery date. March 29, 2011. It was originally scheduled March 22nd, but I received a call from the resident asking permission to move it back a week. He said they have two other cases scheduled and they only had 2 hours alloted for me, didn't want to rush, and think they needed at least six hours on me.

Last Thursday, I went to my Prostodontist and received my temporary partial lower denture. It was screwed into my lower four implants and is very comfortable. It looks really high right now; that will not be the case after my surgery. I had to buy a WaterPik to clean underneath it. The BIG BIG negative is that my jaws and bite are so messed up that there is a large space between my upper and lower molars and it renders basically unable to chew since my teeth don't meet. How frustrating! I told him about it, but I felt like he kind of shrugged me off.

That night I got home and was tired and hungry and frustrated. I felt like I had enough of all of this dental stuff. Enough!! I emailed my surgeon about it, and he emailed me back immediately, copying my prostodontist. Augh! The prostodontist called me the next day and asked me to come in on Monday. sigh. He made me a thick plastic 'wafer' that sits across my mouth and over my back teeth to make molar contact. The chewing is easier, but not what I would call "easy".

It seems like all I can think about is my surgery lately. I'm petrified and I HATE being out of commission.

I'm thinking about starting a new blog to chronicle my jaw surgery.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Hoarders called.....

and they think you have too many hangers. P installed a new closet system for me this weekend and I realized that I have a lot of hangers. A VERY lot of hangers. I didn't realize it, (They were buried under piles of stuff), so that means, I am not a hoarder, correct? There is a very large box sitting by the door with approximately 75 hangers in it waiting for trash day. I'm happy to say that my closet looks great now (also courtesy of two garbage bags of stuff for Goodwill).

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

2 1/2 years old

2 1/2 years old!

What I want to remember:

When mama or daddy go to the bathroom, you say" You get a M & M. You get an M & M". (It is not enough to make you go however)
The way you waved your little arm off at Zoe at Sesame Street Live
How you put on the tutu on and declare "I"m a ballerina".
that you push kitchen chairs all over the kitchen, climb up, and reach whatever your heart desires. (mom can't keep contraband on the counter any longer).
Building 'castles' with Duplo blocks.
twirling your hair when you get tired
climbing up on my knees when I bend down to give you a big hug
pretending to take bites of things you aren't sure about and drinks out of empty cups
getting your broken winnie the pooh phone to "call grandma".
Asking to go outside when it is 5 degrees and blizzard-y (we miss warmer weather!)
Your light up shoes - oh my goodness how we (and everyone we meet) loves your light up shoes
When we are all in the car and getting ready to get out and you say, "I wanna go. I wanna come too".
You demand "ring around the rosey"
sitting on Daddy's lap eating his cereal even though you just finished breakfast
trying to turn on/off the TV with the remote control
Your glee at realizing that you can turn the lights on/off

Other things:
Asks to go potty, goes through the motions, but never produces anything in potty or toilet
won't eat something one day, loves it the next week
The "NO" phase, in which the answer to everything is "NO". If it is something you want, you turn around and cry until you get it, even though you just said "NO".
No naps at home. At all. Done. :(

Friday, February 4, 2011


This week at school, I had V sitting on the bench outside the infant room to put on her coat & hat (she wouldn't cooperate in her room). I let her stand on the bench outside the window because she wanted "to look at the babies". The conversation went like this:

V (pointing): there's my little sister
me: whaatttt?
V: there is my little sister
me: no it isn't silly. That's G____'s sister (a boy in her class. (He must say that when they walk by the room)
V: where is my sister?

I don't know kid. I was wondering the same thing myself.