It
was not looking good.
Despite
trying to fake ‘coping’ to the world, I was a complete ball of tears and pus
and agony.
trying to fake ‘coping’ to the world, I was a complete ball of tears and pus
and agony.
Six
weeks after the birth of my first baby, I developed a bit of a toothache…that
steadily grew in to pain right up there with…well…childbirth. I kid you not
– whilst I was still tending to ‘that’ train wreck down below, along with
cracked and sore nipples, it seemed my head was now going out in sympathy.
weeks after the birth of my first baby, I developed a bit of a toothache…that
steadily grew in to pain right up there with…well…childbirth. I kid you not
– whilst I was still tending to ‘that’ train wreck down below, along with
cracked and sore nipples, it seemed my head was now going out in sympathy.
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| NB: This is not actually a photo of me, but it does capture a little of what I felt… |
After
I met Husband at the door with tears and a giant golf ball infection falling
off the side of my face, it was time to call in the big guns. The dentist was
around the corner; a short walk, but it was an old building with a regal
staircase and I was a novice mum with an L plated pram. It’s these seemingly ‘simple,
little’ things that can spark the crappiest day ever, right? The hormones, the
tears, the exhaustion and right then, for me, the pain. After the dentist poked
around the danger zone for a whole three seconds, he declared I needed an X-ray
and a specialist – today. Easy? Not! I was NEW to this mummy gig, fella! Babes
was now screeching for a breast feed which would last an hour or more, a nappy
change was essential and an emotional mummy was not helping the situation. “Popping
in and out” anywhere was a ridiculous concept in my new world; X-ray or not.
But I battled on.
I met Husband at the door with tears and a giant golf ball infection falling
off the side of my face, it was time to call in the big guns. The dentist was
around the corner; a short walk, but it was an old building with a regal
staircase and I was a novice mum with an L plated pram. It’s these seemingly ‘simple,
little’ things that can spark the crappiest day ever, right? The hormones, the
tears, the exhaustion and right then, for me, the pain. After the dentist poked
around the danger zone for a whole three seconds, he declared I needed an X-ray
and a specialist – today. Easy? Not! I was NEW to this mummy gig, fella! Babes
was now screeching for a breast feed which would last an hour or more, a nappy
change was essential and an emotional mummy was not helping the situation. “Popping
in and out” anywhere was a ridiculous concept in my new world; X-ray or not.
But I battled on.
Ultimately,
I found myself booked into a fancy pants oral surgeon in an equally pricey day
practice, to have two dicey wisdom teeth removed within a matter of days.
I found myself booked into a fancy pants oral surgeon in an equally pricey day
practice, to have two dicey wisdom teeth removed within a matter of days.
Sounds
like a complete nightmare, right?
like a complete nightmare, right?
Wrong!
I
was excited.
was excited.
Weirdo?
Maybe,
but I was in that much pain I was considering hacking it out myself
immediately. Plus the hard stuff was done whilst lugging baby about. Now I had
a date, a place and a time and the end was in sight. But something I never
quite admitted at the time..? For 6 weeks, I had been ripped inside out and
forced to smile whilst everyone asked me about the baby. I FELT INVISIBLE. It
is truly (selfishly, I guess) one hell of a rude shock. Move over, Anna;
welcome, Mummy.
but I was in that much pain I was considering hacking it out myself
immediately. Plus the hard stuff was done whilst lugging baby about. Now I had
a date, a place and a time and the end was in sight. But something I never
quite admitted at the time..? For 6 weeks, I had been ripped inside out and
forced to smile whilst everyone asked me about the baby. I FELT INVISIBLE. It
is truly (selfishly, I guess) one hell of a rude shock. Move over, Anna;
welcome, Mummy.
Thisday surgery was all about me. Alone. Without my new little sidekick attached to
me. My mother-in-law arrived, I expressed (or squeezed something dismal out)
and set some formula aside. I couldn’t even take some decent pain killers
because of breast feeding and it was agony. Then I ran out the door with a last
kiss of my little one, a breast pump and a MAGAZINE!!! To read!! Alone!
There
is nothing romantic about sitting in a white gown pumping breast milk prior to
surgery, but I was to be knocked out (Amen, sister!) and I am sure those nurses
were extra kind to me as a result. Shallow! Attention seeking? Uh uh…I was
lapping up the ‘all about me’ love as much as I could.
is nothing romantic about sitting in a white gown pumping breast milk prior to
surgery, but I was to be knocked out (Amen, sister!) and I am sure those nurses
were extra kind to me as a result. Shallow! Attention seeking? Uh uh…I was
lapping up the ‘all about me’ love as much as I could.
As
for the anaesthetic?
for the anaesthetic?
S.L.E.E.P.
Sure
– I know it’s kind of synthetic, but solid, uninterrupted sleep was my fantasy.
Then the shaky handed surgeon waddled in, cracked his standard funnies and I
welcomed lying back on that sterile gurney and snuggling down for my nap.
– I know it’s kind of synthetic, but solid, uninterrupted sleep was my fantasy.
Then the shaky handed surgeon waddled in, cracked his standard funnies and I
welcomed lying back on that sterile gurney and snuggling down for my nap.
AWAKE?
15 minutes??
15 minutes??
But
no pain. Mate; I had given birth. This was nothing.
no pain. Mate; I had given birth. This was nothing.
Magazine
festival time. I devoured the Kardashians and the Royal Family whilst I waited
for my sign off. All too quickly (am I the saddest person ever?) my halo sister
arrived to collect me and I headed home. I grabbed my son. I sniffed his hair.
I held him in my arms. I asked ridiculous questions about every minute I was
away.
festival time. I devoured the Kardashians and the Royal Family whilst I waited
for my sign off. All too quickly (am I the saddest person ever?) my halo sister
arrived to collect me and I headed home. I grabbed my son. I sniffed his hair.
I held him in my arms. I asked ridiculous questions about every minute I was
away.
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| Such a loved little boy. Such a proud Grandma. xx |
I
rejoiced as I believe to this day that the dentist’s shaky hands gave me an
extra squirt of sleep juice; best snooze that night that I’d had since
baby…and not a bloody cent from the tooth fairy…just a giant bill.
rejoiced as I believe to this day that the dentist’s shaky hands gave me an
extra squirt of sleep juice; best snooze that night that I’d had since
baby…and not a bloody cent from the tooth fairy…just a giant bill.
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