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This morning, Ben had to go to Children's Hospital for dental surgery. Back when he was three years old we had to do the same thing and it was a miserable experience, so miserable that we hadn't been able to get him back to see a dentist ever since. A few weeks ago he had his first checkup in five years, and not surprisingly he had some real problems. The checkup itself went very well, and he was very tolerant of the dentist looking around his mouth. Even so, the work that needed to be done could never happen with a standard dental visit, he would never sit still for it. It really had to be done under general anaesthesia.
He did great at the hospital, didn't panic at all or get overanxious. He drank enough of the first sedative to really relax him (and one of the happy side effects of that sedative is that it causes amnesia for a period of time). The next stage was to put him completely under, and he was out cold within 90 seconds of getting the gas. Then they wheeled him off and we didn't see him again for a very long two hours.
During that time Sara and I talked quite a bit, and my ambivalent feelings towards her continue unabated. I guess I am just going to be stuck in that place for the rest of my life.
Anyway, when the surgery was over Ben was brought out to a special recovery room as soon as he started to wake up. Ben was clinging to me, looking to me to be his big strong protector, and I held him in my lap for the hour or so that it took for the effects of the anaesthesia to wear off and for him to be cleared to go home. We were told clear liquids for the rest of the day, maybe soft food tomorrow depending on how he does, and back to solids later in the weekend. Ha. They obviously don't know him very well.
It took less then two hours out from the hospital for him to ask for french fries, which he devoured. He also wolfed down a full plate of peanut butter and rice cakes, which he has been avoiding the past few weeks. He washed that down with a plate full of Nilla wafers. For the last few weeks he has been breaking his cookies up into very small pieces before eating them, but tonight he wolfed them down hole and chewed with wanton abandon. Obviously that rear molar had really been bothering him for a while now, and if it is anything like the abscess I had last year then the lingering discomfort from the dental work pales in comparison to the pain that tooth had been causing. The kid has a pain threshold like mine, and now that the bad tooth is gone he is ready to chew bubble gum and kick ass.
You know, every day I think to myself that I couldn't possibly be prouder of him than I already am. Then he does something that makes me even more proud. His volume knob definitely goes to eleven.
He did great at the hospital, didn't panic at all or get overanxious. He drank enough of the first sedative to really relax him (and one of the happy side effects of that sedative is that it causes amnesia for a period of time). The next stage was to put him completely under, and he was out cold within 90 seconds of getting the gas. Then they wheeled him off and we didn't see him again for a very long two hours.
During that time Sara and I talked quite a bit, and my ambivalent feelings towards her continue unabated. I guess I am just going to be stuck in that place for the rest of my life.
Anyway, when the surgery was over Ben was brought out to a special recovery room as soon as he started to wake up. Ben was clinging to me, looking to me to be his big strong protector, and I held him in my lap for the hour or so that it took for the effects of the anaesthesia to wear off and for him to be cleared to go home. We were told clear liquids for the rest of the day, maybe soft food tomorrow depending on how he does, and back to solids later in the weekend. Ha. They obviously don't know him very well.
It took less then two hours out from the hospital for him to ask for french fries, which he devoured. He also wolfed down a full plate of peanut butter and rice cakes, which he has been avoiding the past few weeks. He washed that down with a plate full of Nilla wafers. For the last few weeks he has been breaking his cookies up into very small pieces before eating them, but tonight he wolfed them down hole and chewed with wanton abandon. Obviously that rear molar had really been bothering him for a while now, and if it is anything like the abscess I had last year then the lingering discomfort from the dental work pales in comparison to the pain that tooth had been causing. The kid has a pain threshold like mine, and now that the bad tooth is gone he is ready to chew bubble gum and kick ass.
You know, every day I think to myself that I couldn't possibly be prouder of him than I already am. Then he does something that makes me even more proud. His volume knob definitely goes to eleven.
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