Noon: I’m on my handheld.
We just cajoled Tessa to drink the dem.erol and wear the nitrous mask. Now she is in the hands of others. (It wasn’t easy. Her Stubborn was in high gear.)
I’m verklempt and turning to my solace, you.
3:30 pm: Ahhhhhh. We’re home. The dem.erol is wearing off and Tessa is doing great. The root canal went as well as possible.
I am so relieved.
We have been watching the video of her birth. The day I suddenly became a mom.
Seven years into parenting, I still have moments where I don’t feel very mom-ish. I can’t believe I am the one who is trusted to keep things together. I don’t always feel like the strong one. I often want MY mom.
Later, as Excavator suggests, I will mix myself a mojito. Not quite as tranquilizing as dem.erol, but you never know when I’ll need to be the strong one.
Even though Tessa’s tooth has died, the dentists are trying to keep her root growing for the next 10+ years, until she can have an implant. For her best chance, she’ll need part 2 of this root canal next month.
I am so grateful to you all for holding us in your thoughts today. I can tell they worked because things went off without a hitch. I’ll be hitting you up again in mid-June.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.