Gum graft

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.


About jennyvogan

Author of "Stephen's Mom," a blog documenting the funny, crazy life of raising four boys while keeping my day job as an ultrasound tech.
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4 Responses to Gum graft

  1. Tallie says:

    Bummer! Next time ask the provider for some nausea meds to go with that Vicodin! Is Stephen still more active post-myringotomy??

  2. raineality says:

    Oh, not good. It probably doesn’t help that he probably wanted to kiss you a lot.

  3. Adam says:

    Hey, I had the exact same procedure a few years ago. They took the tissue from the roof of my mouth and transplanted it to my gum. Good times. I don’t think they gave me any vicodin, though… 😦

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