This morning, Abby went into surgery to have three extra teeth removed. She did well, but was pretty cranky about the whole thing. Of course who wouldn’t be? It will be interesting to see her without this third set of teeth that were coming in.
This reminds me of the first time Abby had surgery. That time it was to have tubes in her ears. I was in the waiting room and a nurse came up to me. She said, “Abby’s dead.” My mouth hung open. Again she said, “Abby’s dead.” I asked her, what she was saying. Then she clearly enunciated, “Are you Abby’s dad?” I just about had a heart attack.
The good news is that this time, as with the first time, Abby is doing well and is recovering. We are looking forward to seeing her on Monday (with three less teeth).
