Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Cavities Filled

After a torturous time, for her father and I, Abigail has eight fillings in her very young mouth. Aside from a furious child when getting the initial shot, without warning Abigail reacts badly to anything unexpected, she had a very typical time. I prayed for peace for all of us. (I wonder if my time was typical of mothers whose children are for the first time being anesthetized. I have a feeling it was.)

I all done. Let's go Uh-oh Donalds. (McDonalds) was among the first words spoken when she awoke. She also determined that shopping for Aunt Beez's sandals was in order following her lunch of chicken nuggets. Throwing caution to the wind, Grandma Kathy, Aunt Beez, Abigail and I went to the mall where she hopped, skipped, ran, and galloped down the corridors. The only hint that something was amiss was the stopping which usually looked like lurching to the floor. A stage only recently outgrown.

She then announced that she needed no nap, but I, her exhausted mother, needed a nap and deemed it appropriate that we heed some of the advice given by her doctors.

She is now awake and telling Chris that he needs to move his stuff out of the basement because it is in her way. I also heard her requesting that he fix her tricycle after doing the laundry.

All is well here. I am so very grateful to our great big God who hears moms pleading for peace as they watch their children grow.


  1. glad to hear that all is well (again) in your home. fillings are a bummer no matter whom the patient is.

  2. Glad that all went well!! I am sorry they had to do more than you thought but glad it is over all at once. Hope tomorrow she is still feeling great!!!