Last week, a few days after Lily’s accident, Stephen gently nudged me out of the house to go to a previously scheduled yoga retreat. I was a wreck. I didn’t want to go. But I also didn’t want to subject my already traumatized child to a mother who was in break down mode.
So I begrudgingly packed my bags and went to Mexico. It was beautiful. It was healing. It was filled with the most magical people and experiences. I was conflicted the entire trip. But what kept me from ditching my retreat was the logistics of trying to find my way out of the jungle on my own. I could have done it. But it would have been a lot of work. And for what? Getting back one or two days early?
So I stayed. And I laughed. And cried a lot. And did a lot of yoga. And slept.
Which is a good thing because Lily’s recovery is going to be far from straightforward.
Lily will be having oral surgery on Monday (yes this coming Monday) to have her teeth repositioned.
Then two weeks later she will need root canals in both teeth as the nerves will be damaged when they move the teeth. And after the root canal, the tooth that was chipped will be reconstructed.
She’ll go under anesthesia for both procedures.
The logistics of making this all happen and in such a quick turnaround has my head buzzing. Her dentist helped tremendously by making the dental appointments, including procuring an anesthesiologist for both procedures. But the pre-op appointments, the multiple calls with all the doctors, and the paperwork… oh the paperwork. Well, that’s mostly been on me. And today Stephen is taking over as I’m heading to another previously scheduled day-retreat.
Things are moving in the right direction. And for that I am grateful. I’m also grateful that I’ve got the most resilient kid in the world as well as the most encouraging and loving partner.
But I can’t downplay how draining these next few weeks will be. So if you get a chance, send some positive thoughts our way. This kid, and her momma, could sure use them.