Week 34

The tooth saga continues......

I was still in a lot of pain a week after my extraction so it was back to the good 'ol dentist. Turns out I had dry socket on top of the infection in the bone of my jaw (I didn't realise it but they had to remove some bone with the tooth last week - yes, very ouch). So now I'm going back every few days to have the wound cleaned and packed with material to help the healing. Not to be too graphic but they have to re-bleed the clot each time (without any freezing I might add) as the blood clot just isn't forming properly (thanks diabetes). I was miserable sausage for 10 days straight but started to feel better after the second "bleed" on Friday. Life is coming back. Slowly.

Friday Liam & I were invited to one of the baby's in our mommy group's first Christmas party which was quite cute. We sat around exchanging secret Santa gifts and drinking rum & egg nog while trying to get all our little ones under the tree for a Xmas photo. Of course Liam had to be the uncooperative one and balled his eyes out. Oh well - it gives the photos more character. For his secret Santa gift he got a lovely fuzzy brown jacket - perfect for when we take him up the mountain over Christmas. The babies are all so big now - even the youngest is now almost 6 months old. Crazy. They are almost all sitting up now except for Liam who hates sitting. Everytime you try and make him sit he goes stiff and tries to stand. He can sit if he wants to but leans forward over his little feet and then after a while gets tired and tips sideways. Have to work on the abdominal strength.

Saturday was my company Christmas party - unfortunately Ian couldn't come because my parents had their company Christmas party on the same day at the same time in the same hotel. What are the chances? Anyway - it was mommy's first night out alone in 8 months and I went down with a bang. By the end of the night I had overdosed on wine and was jumping in my way-too-high-but-oh-so-pretty heels again and telling everyone how much I loved them (apparently). After my parents dropped me off and I nearly lost my balance getting out of their minivan, I stumbled through the door at about 12:30am reeking of booze and face planted onto the bed out cold. 4 hours later Liam woke up for a feed and shocked me out of my coma. I remember thinking all that alcohol couldn't be good for him in my milk but promptly fell asleep before I could feel guilty about it. 2 hours later I was up for the day feeling like my head was going to explode. Sure it's fun when you're at the party but the aftermath is so not worth it when you have a baby.