Jan 23 2009
Comfort Food
I’m in need of something comforting today. It’s time for a warm, fuzzy story.
Yesterday Hubby had oral surgery done. Let’s just say his dental care up to this point has been erratic at best; combined with some hereditary teeth problems and WHAM! He’s a toothy mess.
After his procedure was over, I took him home and stayed with him as he spent the day coming out of his anesthetic stupor. I then went to school and picked up Kiddo to bring him home.
On our way home during our typical after school conversation, Kiddo asked about Daddy. He knew something was up because Daddy was with us when I dropped him off at school in the morning. It went something like this:
“Where’s Daddy? He pick-a-up me?”
“Daddy’s sick, pumpkin. He had to go to the doctor today and now he has big boo-boo’s in his mouth.”
“Daddy sick?”
“Yup.”
“I don’t like it. I fix him.”
“Ok! Daddy would like that. You fix him when we get home.”
After a few minutes, Kiddo would ask about Daddy again. We’d have this same basic conversation again, and Kiddo would get all thoughtful.
As soon as we walked in the door, Kiddo went looking for Daddy. Daddy had fallen asleep in the chair, and Kiddo gently poked him. He then climbed up next to Daddy to inspect his mouth.
He was highly concerned about Daddy all night. At one point, he went and got his doctor kit (a gift from Santa), and worked on fixing Daddy for a while with his doctor tools. For good measure, he came over to fix a boo-boo on my knee, too.
At the end of the evening, Kiddo declared that Daddy was fixed, then proceeded to jump on his tummy.
For an adoptive parent, these are really heartwarming moments. Remember I’m an obsessive freak who’s always concerned about whether or not we’re properly bonded with our kiddo. It’s times like these that put my mind at ease, at least for a little while.
I got a double bonus with Hubby’s surgical sacrifice. Kiddo doesn’t much care for brushing his teeth. I think he’s annoyed because he wants to do it himself, but doesn’t do a very good job, so I have to get in there and brush for him. Now we can use Hubby’s bad teeth as an example of what happens when you don’t take care of your teeth. I don’t know how much mileage we get out of it, but it was a little easier to brush Kiddo’s teeth last night.
