I wasn't too nervous about the surgery; I just really didn't want to get dry sockets! I've heard that dry sockets are quite possibly the worst things in the world.
Or, perhaps, the worst things you could have in your mouth!
Here are some GOOD things about getting your wisdom teeth out when you're 35!
I was kind of in a fog/panic after I gave birth to Leah. I mean, having your first kid is such a game changer, and you kind of freak out about every little thing. Not to mention, she literally would not sleep on her back.
I lived in, what we called, The Sleep and Play! I'd wear yoga pants and a t-shirt, sleep in it, and wear it again the next day. Kind of like your baby wears a sleep and play...this was the mommy version.
So, yeah, I busted out The Sleep and Play for getting my wisdom teeth out.
It was nice to be reunited :)
It's pretty much doctor's orders to have ice cream after your wisdom teeth come out.
As a lover of ice cream, I was happy to comply.
I'm also happy to say that I didn't get tired of ice cream!
Although, I could really go for some salad, but I don't think my jaw is ready quite yet.
They gave me my teeth!
My wonderful parents gladly took the girls for the weekend, so that I could get a jump start on my recovery, and so that Aaron could focus on taking care of me.
It was quiet around here! It was almost weird.
We kind of felt like we were on a little getaway...aside from the fact that I was wearing The Sleep and Play and on a lot of drugs :)
The other factor in this, and seriously, God bless my parents: it was daylight savings.
My parents took the hit and got up an hour early with the girls, while Aaron and I enjoyed an extra hour of sleep.
I promisepromisepromise I didn't even think of it when I scheduled my appointment.
My mom to the girls to the dollar store to pick out any present they wanted for me!
Leah very sweetly got me the word search, because it's something I could do sitting down.
Gracie got me the fun and festive Christmas mug.
Maggie got me the giraffe. She got me a corresponding zebra a couple of Christmases ago. We had quite the discussion about what to name the giraffe. She wanted me to name it "Baby Cutie" or "Little Baby Cutie." I wanted to name it "The Dowager," because of Downton Abbey.
We settled on calling it "The Baby Dowager Cutie" or some variation thereof :)
Maggie literally could not have been any sweeter as I was recovering!
She would draw me a picture, deliver it, and then go into her room.
I could hear her talking a little. Then, she'd come by me and say, "Mommy, I prayed for you." I asked her what she prayed and she she said, "I prayed that you wouldn't throw up because of your wisdom teeth."
After that, she'd lightly kiss me on my arm several times and go about her business.
Melt my heart <3
Leah made me a puzzle and prayed for me, too. Such sweethearts!
And while I certainly haven't minded my increased ice cream consumption, there are definitely some things I'm looking forward to eating! Salads, Shrimpo de Gallo (the chips would be a problem), nuts, popcorn, apples...just to name a few things.
So, now that my wisdom teeth are out, does that mean I'm wiser than I was before? Or is it the other way around?