Tuesday, October 28, 2014

wisdom teeth and the need for wisdom

I got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday - only about fifteen years after they should have been removed, I suppose.  I only have three, and the bottom one had issues. I'm feeling pretty good on the top, but not so great on the bottom. I'm just on my second day of recovery, and for the first time in my life I am over ice cream. (I love ice cream, so I can't believe I'm writing that!) I'm really craving pizza - cheesy, doughy pizza. I also have no memory of leaving the dentist, the ride home, or much of the afternoon yesterday. The Hubs said I was pretty repetitive, which doesn't surprise me. This is why I have never been high or intoxicated. I like knowing where I am and what I am saying/doing at all times. It's a bit of a control thing.

The Hubs' held down the fort yesterday, taking Bubby to his afternoon classes and attending parent-teacher conferences for Bugaboo solo (more on that another day). The Hubs went armed with questions I needed to ask, and came back with answers which will help us prepare for our upcoming IEP meeting. He picked up soup and a smoothie for my dinner and fed the kids. I had a weird itching attack in the middle of the night - and with his new nursing degree he was able to make sure I wasn't dying of an allergic reaction. A friend dropped off dinner for my family today and a new shake for me (orange crush shake from Steak-n-Shake - think childhood dreamsicle in a cup - yum!) I hate, hate, hate depending on other people, but I am so thankful for people who have offered to help.

In other news, we had our second week of new speech therapy for Bugaboo.  This therapist came highly recommended from a local group of special needs moms, so we decided to give him a try. (We have been dissatisfied with the private speech therapy we have been getting for over a year now, as well as not seeing results or getting much feedback this current school year.) Unfortunately, this new thearpist is self-pay - he doesn't take insurance - but two weeks in and we are all learning so much. I wish I would have known to try him sooner,

In all honesty, I am a bit overwhelmed at how much I am learning. Mr. D. takes a whole-child/whole-family approach, so there are a ton of things to work on. Yet the goals are also narrowly enough focused for us to hopefully see some results on these first ones soon. He explains the how's and why's to us. He pushes Bugaboo, and Mr. D is very energetic and innovative. I have lots of little (and big) things to implement at home with just things we have on hand. Half of the stuff seems so simple - like, "Why didn't I think of that?" but we have been so focused on just getting Bug talking that I think we missed the boat on some of the other things involved with speech and language.


The other day someone (a kind and well-intentioned someone) suggested I go back to work so I could get "a break." First of all, teaching isn't a break - it is hard, valuable, and beautiful work. I briefly was in an elementary building this week, and it was a sad and weird feeling (Though it was simultaneously a good feeling knowing that where I am right now is where I am supposed to be.) I would not be a good teacher at this phase of life. And the issues we are trying to help Bug overcome would not go away at his current preschool, and where would he go the rest of the time I am at work?  Right now, just the speech things we are tackling could easily be a full-time job. Plus his PT, plus his OT, plus just all the other things that go into what makes us all a family. No, going back to work right now would just add stress to my life.  I could not fit in all of Bug's work in an hour or so each night.

All of that to say, I'm needing wisdom. Wisdom on how to keep implementing strategies and games and real-life experiences to help Bug with all of the milestones we want him to reach. Wisdom on schooling for both boys next semester and next school year. Wisdom on what to say "no" to and what gets my "yes." And wisdom on balance. Always balance. I know the ring around the tub is not as important as my oldest learning to read or my youngest learning how to have a real conversation, but it still does need to be taken care of on a regular basis. Clutter stresses me out. Unless it is my purse or my car - strangely, clutter doesn't bother me as much there. But that is because I am an INFJ.

2 comments:

  1. Oh man...reading this takes me back a couple of years to when we began speech therapy for our oldest. There really is SO much to learn and implement, I think you are making the best choice to be at home with your kids and working full time on it. Of course God is the ultimate provider of wisdom, but I will share with you from my own experience that this is the hard part. This is the building phase, the foundation is being laid for all that is to come and it's exhausting. But it won't always be this way. He will learn. He will master new skills. You will sit still someday and be able to just BREATHE. Your boys are beautiful and it is beautiful to read about your mother's heart. Just keep doing what you are doing and trust yourself.

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  2. It's never too late for anything. Wisdom teeth may seem like an added pain to purge and pull out, but you will have to get it out of the way. I can only imagine the untold damage it can cause, once it scrapes into your teeth and gums, as well as into the nerves that surround them. Good thing you finally had yours removed. Ain't that a relief? Kudos to you!

    Weston Wadlington @ Peak Family Dentistry

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