My #Daughter…the #DentalSurgery Superstar!

On Tuesday, my daughter had dental surgery to pull four baby teeth that were in the way of her adult teeth coming in. We went to the pre-op the week before and she had been voicing a lot of nerves and anxiety around the whole procedure. After the pre-op appointment, those fears were gone…her biggest concern was that she wasn’t going to be able to eat breakfast the morning of her surgery. She even “warned” me that she would be eating more for the few days before her surgery to “make up” for not having breakfast that morning. 😉


The morning of her surgery, she was in great spirits. We had to check in an hour and a half before her surgery time so we read a book, she played with the other kids in the waitroom, and she was really proud when she built a “person” (the red at the bottom are the high heels – lol!) and a tree:

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She was even in great spirits when she wrestled with her housecoat that was “attacking” her:


We even got to have some cuddles and kisses time:


I got to take her into the operating room, and be there with her, holding her hand while they put her to sleep. So hard to see her go to sleep but I just kept telling her how much I love her and that I’ll see her soon. When she was in the operating room, my man and I went across the street to grab me a Starbucks chai to try to help me calm a bit. She had chosen two stuffed animals to take into surgery with her, and of course I became “custodian” of them during the actual surgery so they came with us. Spike the dinosaur tried stealing my chai!


I was fine just reading my book while we were waiting (even remember what I was reading on each page!), but when that hour and a half mark came and went, and I hadn’t heard from hospital staff to go in to be there when she woke up, I started getting nervous. Shortly thereafter, her dentist came out and told me everything was fine and gave me her four cute little teeth…in a little treasure chest. Glamour, my daughter’s other stuffed animal of choice, decided to guard her teeth until she came out of surgery:


About 20mins later, while my man was trying to help me remain calm, they came out and told me it was time to go in. She looked so little in the recovery bed, but I could see her beautiful red hair from across the room…and her face was a bit swollen. Poor thing! They offered her a popsicle, and she discovered how yummy lime popsicles are.

After she woke up completely, they gave her some pain medicine, they wheeled her into the recovery room, where she got more popsicles…and my man got her some balloons for being such a trooper!


She fell asleep in the car on the way home, and again on the couch before bedtime, but not before more popsicles, Jello, chatting with neighbourhood kids, and even eating some solid foods. Yesterday, she even went to school because she missed her friends after the long weekend, and then being away for her surgery. She was an absolute superstar! I’m sssoooo proud of her!

#BellLetsTalk Day – My Two Cents


I posted on my Facebook and Twitter the following: #BellLetsTalk Day because the only thing worse than mental health issues themselves is when they go undiagnosed or are misdiagnosed.

Personally, in the last month of my marriage and for about six months after, I was diagnosed with “situational anxiety”. My doctor was fantastic and really worked with me to find the right combination of meds to ensure I could sleep and also get out of bed in the morning because I was the only caregiver for my kids. My counsellor supported me to create various action plans. My parents supported me in every way they could. One of my girlfriends in particular went above and beyond on a daily basis, with helping me manage my mental health so I could do the one thing that kept me going…being a mom. Other friends helped me as they could and in whatever capacity they could. It truly was the beginning of our experience with “it takes a village…”. Because of my amazing supports, I was able to get off the meds after only six months, with the need to go back on the meds again around the one-year anniversary of the end of my marriage, for another six months.

I continue to manage my mental health because I would prefer not to have to go back on meds. I practice yoga regularly, I journal, I read books that are “soul-searching” and motivational, I say my daily “thankfuls”, and I sometimes meditate. I also became aware of my internal monologue and try to keep it as positive as possible.  It’s been almost three years since I’ve required medication to manage my anxiety, but I wouldn’t hesitate to talk to my doctor/counsellor if I felt I was beginning to slip again.

Last year, one of my long-time friends from high school lost his inner battle with mental health issues, despite having extremely supportive friends and family. A few months later, his twin joined him, as his mental health destabilized so drastically, having lost his twin. There’s no rhyme or reason to why they lost their battles, while I pulled through. One could argue that I had “more” or “better” support than they did. One could argue that they weren’t “strong enough” to manage their mental health issues. But those arguments are irrelevant. Mental health issues affect everyone differently.

I know some of my friends and acquaintances have experienced or currently experience post-partum depression, depression, anxiety, bipolar, schizophrenia, personality disorders, post traumatic stress syndrome, etc. I’m sure there are more than I’m not aware of, and whether they share that information or not, that’s their choice. The only thing that matters to me is that my friends know that I will support them as best I can, and refer them to community agencies, if they wish.

The ONLY thing that is worse than a mental health issue, is when it goes undiagnosed or misdiagnosed. #BellLetsTalk Day

#PTPA #Blogaholics Post: Summertime Sleep vs #BackToSchool Sleep






I posted an article about getting back into Back to School sleep patterns on PTPA’s Blogaholics. Let me know if you try any of my suggestions and how they worked (or not…I’m not perfect, just sharing what I’m doing!). Back to School

So many mom discussions I’m having now are related to squeezing out as much as we can of the remaining summer days, and of course Back to School. One discussion was with a girlfriend who couldn’t figure out what she was going to do about her daughter’s sleep patterns. As with most of us (including me), the longer days of summer mean we let our kids stay up later than usual. Her daughter has now gotten used to sleeping in late. My daughter has gotten used to going to bed late and sleeping in. I had adjusted my son’s bedtime over the summer too, but it was more related to his age than the summer. This girlfriend and I chatted about it, I told her what I was doing, and she told me to write about it…so I am!

School starts in 3 weeks so I’ve talked to my daughter about needing to go to bed earlier to make the adjustment for school easier. For this week, I’m sending her to bed 15mins earlier than her summer bedtime has been, and we’re spending the time playing with her dolls and reading, then lights out. I’m doing that for 3 – 4 nights, and then send her to bed another 15mins earlier, and repeat. My kids are at their dad’s next week so I’ll continue the pattern when they return the week after.  …

To read the rest of the article, please click here: PTPA Blogaholic Summertime Sleep vs Back To School Sleep.