Mostly co-opted from an e-mail I just sent to mom:
She went in yesterday to the root-canal doctors and after much hemming and hawing about whether or not she would be able to take any more needles in her already sore jaw, as opposed to waiting for a proper anesthesiologist to show up, decided to give it a go. The first needle hurt (I'm told there was crying) but after that it was much more normal. They took out the root and found a little bit of infection below the tooth in the jaw. So she has a temporary filling for a while, goes back in two weeks to get the filling made permanent, and then goes back to the dentist to get a crown, eventually.
In the interim, she's on a lot of ibuprofen, a little Tylenol with codeine (mostly just makes her sleepy) and some antibiotics, and between all of that Tyler isn't breastfeeding anymore. So it's less painful, but a little more stressful: pumping isn't nearly as much fun. She's still not eating much solid food, but at least she's not grabbing her jaw in agony anymore. Small steps, but definite improvement.
Um...I'm also doing okay. Less to worry about for me. I saw an advertisement for a father's day sale a while ago that made me smile. And, you know...working. I guess I should be glad my life isn't particularly noteworthy these days. One of us at a time.
-N
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