Monday, December 14, 2009

Poor Poor Babies

Our daughters got home from college for Christmas break late last night. Early this morning we rousted them both out of bed to get their wisdom teeth pulled. Four teeth each, eight teeth total. Karen's on her way to the oral surgeon with one girl now, I'll be leaving with the second in about an hour. If I'm not around much the next couple of days, it's because I'm applying ice packs and preparing soft foods.

Even when your children are old enough to understand and voluntarily go along with the plan, you'd still rather take pain yourself than inflict it on them. But on the plus side, since that's not possible, it means more hard crunchy snacks for me. Woohoo!
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UPDATE: Everybody's fine.
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7 comments:

ronnie said...

Good lord! Why? Is this done routinely in the States? (I am assuming there is no problem erupting as both girls are having this done to all 4 wisdom teeth.)

Brian Fies said...

Not routine. In fact, Karen and I still have all our factory-installed teeth. There were sound medical reasons (which, as you might imagine, often goes double for identical twins). I admit there was also an element of "since we're in there anyway and don't want to do it again in 10 years . . ."

Sherwood Harrington said...

Medical reasons? Here I was thinkin' that this is all part of the fledging process. (That'll teach 'em to come back here for presents!)

Brian Fies said...

That's also part of it. We figure the more Pavlovian disincentives to returning home we can program into them, the better. For spring break we're giving them appendectomies.

ronnie said...

For spring break we're giving them appendectomies.

Aww, you'll spoil them :) But, since you're in there anyway, gall bladders are practically useless and just bound to act up eventually...

(Seriously, hope they're not in too much discomfort and it passes quickly.)

Mike said...

Wisdom tooth removal is not the horrific event it once was. My then-wife and I had ours done a week apart so that we could administer opiates and mashed potatoes to each other during the recovery period, which was several days. When eldest son had his done some 20 years later, he got off the couch and went on a fire call, though all he did was assist rather than grab a hose and go inside. Not that it has become a pleasant experience, but it sure ain't what it used to be.

Unless the girls are trying to wheedle something particularly cool out of you, in which case I will testify that it is horrific indeed.

Anonymous said...

XOXO to both of them from their Aunties in So Cal! Perfectly timed to inspire a BIGGER gift for X-mas. Brilliant!!!