It's Monday- the day after a holiday weekend (here).
What else should I have expected?
School started up again. Big Girl was situated, the other two were playing nicely. So I decided to blow dry my hair before BG and I went up to the health unit for routine check-ups. Then Baby Girl came to the door screaming and she said she fell down. I went out and asked what had been going on. Then I saw a little blood so I figured she had bit a lip when she went down. Nope- a good CHUNK of her front tooth was broken off.
So off the girls and I went to the health unit. They sent me over to this dental clinic where they told me a nerve was exposed and that they wanted to do a root canal on my 2.5 year old with local only. (Anyone besides me remembering a recent issue with The Boy and local?!) So I called the nurse practitioner at the embassy, she said hold on and she'd call back, and when she did I was told to act diplomatically and get out without them letting them touch her. She said she'd send us back to the States and when I reminded her that we're military and covered by X, she said we'd head to Germany most certainly.
I'm wiped out peeps. We had Big Girl's birthday weekend and a good night's sleep is evading me. But more than that, I'm just worn down by life in Ukraine right now. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone that hasn't been here. I truly try not to use this blog to vocalize any complaints about our host country and I don't want to start now. But just pray for me, the baby, whatever God puts on your heart- I'll trust Him to show you what we're in need of.