On Tuesday I had to get a gum graft to fix my receding bottom gum. It was not fun! Stephen saw the tape on my chin post-surgery and was immediately sympathetic. “Mommy chin hurt you!” He said, sticking out his bottom lip and pretend crying. No amount of explaining could convince him that the problem was not actually my chin.
During my recovery, I discovered that I really can’t mommy and heal all at the same time. I realized this most clearly when I came out of the bathroom after throwing up in my vicodin-induced haze to find Stephen standing on a chair he’d pushed up to the counter investigating the kitchen knives. This resulted in Stephen spending most of the week in daycare, and me swearing off vicodin.