Thursday, May 22, 2008

35 MINUTES!!



Boy, they’re fast now! Thirty-five minutes, to be exact.
After confirming the paperwork, she followed the nurse to the surgery room behind the glass wall. It felt like I had just walked in the door and started working on my journaling, when the nurse called me back to recovery. “She’s doing fine and the surgery went very well.”

Down the hall and around the corner to a small room with a recliner and two side chairs, Italian artwork and ironwork surrounding my teen as she sat there mouth ajar with rolled gauze puffing up her cheeks. She won’t remember this room looking more like a den that a recovery room but it was much more comfortable than I expected. Wow, 35 minutes!

Once she saw me, her large blue eyes widened beneath her exclaiming eyebrows--tears puddled in each corner then quickly ran down the edge of her nose and cheeks. Yes, her wisdom teeth are gone and recovery has begun--anticipation and anxiety now turned into a cleansing release of tears. My heart went into my throat because I had to do something, yet she’s too big for me to scoop up in my arms like I used to when she was two. But, she’s not too big for my kissing her forehead, wiping her tears, whispering in her ear, "You did great, keep taking big, deep breaths for me" and running my fingers through the tiny, blond wisps on the side of her temples. She's unaware it was only 35 minutes...

We’ll be maneuvering our way later...numbingly walking to the car, sleeping all the way home, deciding how best to prop ice bags, swallowing meds and eating her "non-chewing" food. Hopefully by then, the anesthesia will have subsided and she’ll begin to feel her tongue.
When I was a teen, I had to stay overnight in the hospital for this procedure (and endure an almost-broken nose caused by an un-experienced nurse forcing a tube up my deviated septum nose—which hurt me more than my teeth!).
Wow, 35 minutes!

Lord, watch over my child as she heals…and thank you for her friends--they’re bringing her ice cream later today!



Psalm 121:5-8

The LORD watches over you—the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

4 comments:

Paula (SweetPea) said...

I can't believe you almost had your nose broken for wisdom teeth. Ugg! I had my wisdom teeth pulled when I was 21. I didn't experience the nausea and lingering pain that they 'warned' me might occur. I do remember pulling out a piece of carrot and hamburger out of the 'cavities' where my teeth were. Maybe I wasn't supposed to be eating that. Anyway, the trick is to use the toothbrush and make sure to brush the holes to remove anything that's fallen into the "sinkhole" before it heals fully.

Hope she recovers quickly.
Paula

Alex said...

I had mine taken out while I was in college. Flew to my parents' in Nebraska, and my dad took me to the dentist.

Love the gas. I was tee-totaled by ten minutes in and hit on every hygenist and receptionist on the way out as I leaned on my dad to keep from hitting the floor. Yes, it's as funny as you're picturing.

I was eating mac 'n cheese by day two and steak by day 4. Watch out for dry sockets though - you've never smelled anything worse.

I hope Channing recovers soon.

Linda said...

Wow, what a well-written post. As a mom of a teen who has been through this, I can relate. I have to say, though, that she fared much better than I did at 45 having them out. I'm enjoying your blog!

skoots1mom said...

thank you...thanks for coming.
She did pretty well last night, so praying today will be even better.
enjoyed your blog today...I have a friend whose son is struggling with being responsible and working...we never finish praying!
: )