Tuesday: The day after oral surgery (four combined into one session) and I am recovering as best as can be expected. I had two bone grafts and two tissue grafts. I have spent most of the day sleepy, dopey and queasy. And I am afraid that one of the tissue grafts isn’t taking properly. I would really like to be able to eat and most of all brush my teeth. Unfortunately, doing all four surgeries in one day has left me very little area that isn’t involved in some way.
Wednesday: Corum made me pancakes for dinner last night, so at least I got some of my carb fix dealt with. He also brought me egg salad, which made me feel better.
Corum has been taking bear to daycare for me the last 2 mornings, and picked him up both days as well. It was amazing to me how much the dynamic is changing between them. Saying hi to me and giving me a hug was almost an afterthought, and he is asking his daddy for more help and attention than ever before.
I’m sure I will be sad when daddy really becomes the bear’s main focus, but right now it is a nice break while I rest and heal. And I’ve been his best friend for three years. I think it’s daddy’s turn now. 
