The two oldest kids had all of their wisdom teeth removed this morning.
“Removed” sounds so gentle…..more gentle than extracted….or even yanked out.
They were put to sleep when they had their teeth removed.
I was awake (twice) when I had mine yanked out.
I remember it as being “yanked out”….not “removed”.
It was brutal.
My kids must have had a better experience…or maybe they are just a lot tougher than I was.
They seem to be handling it better than I did.
I remember my two experiences (one side at Thanksgiving….the other side at Christmas vacation) as being pretty horrific.
It was a good way to spoil two of my vacations in one year….BUT AT LEAST I DIDN’T HAVE TO MISS ANY SCHOOL!!! BLEH.
I’m surprised that it didn’t involve leaches.
I’m glad that things have improved since I had mine cut out of my skull.
My tough children….I’m glad that “the procedure” is over for them and the teeth are out.
I’m glad that they still don’t believe that some fairy is going to give them money for those teeth, too.
That would get expensive for some fairy to shell out dough when you get a bunch of teeth out at once.
Too expensive for my blood.