I’ve been navigating orthodontic issues with my oldest son. We tried a non-invasive solution for almost a year before they decided we should consult an oral surgeon. Consulted for braces (again) and surgery, then mid-stream a second opinion put us on a surgery only plan. Based on the information we have, I believe we have made the right decision.

But this was a big decision and there is no going back. Once teeth are removed, they gone gone. I really wished I could have mulled the decision over with Tony. But I put on my big girl pants and moved forward with what I hope was the right call.

Last Friday, our son had his oral surgery. They removed his wisdom teeth and additional molars due to spatial issues. I was really hoping for silliness as he woke up from anesthesia but unfortunately, he woke up already in pain.

I had cleared our weekend, so I could take care of him. My cup overflowed with patience all weekend. For 3 straight days, I got him whatever he needed. We watched a few movies together. He had a pretty good attitude about the whole situation even though he was uncomfortable.

Then today hit. He is trying to stop taking as many pain meds. I was working from home. He is getting stir crazy sitting on the couch and feeling like crud. I lost all my bedside manor while he grumbled about.

Today, we both needed Tony. I needed Tony so I could tag out and he could take over for a while. My son needed his dad so he could have a refreshed parent helping him through the day.

These are the glaring moments where I feel his absence. I miss having a partner to make decisions and find reprieve with. We powered through like we always do, but Tony was missed today.