July 3, 2015
Parker is recovering from his wisdom teeth removal. It took him a very long time to process the anesthesia. He was all over the place in his reaction. His nurse said he had been a fun patient to recover. As he first came out he said, “I feel strange… But I kind of like it.” She said he was doing what she thought was math as he first came out, but then he said he was playing chess. The guy he was playing against wasn’t very good. When they came out to get me, they asked my name. They couldn’t understand him, so he spelled it out to them. Everything I heard him say was stretched out to about three times its normal length. Like he was giving his mind time to catch up while he finished the current word.
He was sweet: he wanted A. Then he wanted M.
He was concerned a lot. He wanted me to text his friends. He thought A may be at girls’ camp. But he wanted me to text her. Then he was worried that she had wanted him to go on a date tonight and he wasn’t sure he’d told her that he was getting his wisdom teeth out.
They wanted me to talk to him and keep him awake and help him open his eyes. When the nurse asked him if he could open his eyes, he pulled his jaw down and lifted his forehead before concluding the eyes are hard.
He said he was fine a lot. He said he wanted to go home and sleep. He said, “Let’s just go and get ice cream.” I told him I was texting his friend M and then I said I was adding Ma to my contacts… M Black. --NO, Mom. --M White? -- No, Mom. -- M yellow? --(spelling the first few letters of the first name) M. You know, his last name is Brown.
Then I asked him to open his eyes and let me see his baby blues. He laughed and said he didn’t have blue eyes. So what color are they? Pink? Yellow? Purple? He laughed and said, “You’re teasing me.”
Parker, who couldn’t yet open his eyes, just wanted to go home. He’d insist, “I’m fine. I want to go home and sleep.” Then he’d change his expression to pleading, “Let’s just go and get ice cream.” Then he’d morph to frustration, “I just want to go home and sleep.”
It took him a while to recover so the nurse had to change his gauze. When she put it on the right side, he said his mouth hurt. She asked him where it hurt and and said, “Where it hurts.” Like, duh. So she had the doctor come numb him up again because there wasn’t going to be a pain pill in him soon enough. The doctor asked him again where it hurt and Parker answered the same, “where it hurts.” It was the bottom and I guess that was a tough removal.
He was laughing when I drove up to pick him up. I suggested we go get ice cream and he said, “I don’t like ice cream very much.” Yeah, right. Then he was suddenly worried that he’d forgotten his teeth. I assured him I had them in my purse. I asked if that was ok or did he want to put them in his pocket? “They won’t fit in my pocket.” Like, duh. So I asked him what pocket he was going to put them in. “My pants pocket.” I started laughing and he laughed along like we were sharing an obvious joke. So I asked him again if they were bigger than the car. He laughed harder.
By the time we made it to the DQ, it was lunch time and the wait was kind of long. But that’s OK, I had ample entertainment. “What if the orcs cut off his hand?” What? “What if the Oorrrrcc--ss cut off his hand? Oh, then he’d have to have a spike.” Are you talking about a Brandon Sanderson book? He smiles like it’s an inside joke and nods. Oh, what’s that book? I’m really trying but I can’t think of the title. He didn’t offer any suggestions. Are you talking about the book where they can pull metals? He smiles and nods again. Mystborn! And he smiles and nods off for a minute.
The window was open and a grandma and grandpa had some small children in the outdoor eating area. Parker furrowed his brow and said, “Stop that tapping.” I told him I wasn’t tapping, it was that little boy popping his gun. This pacified him for a second until he seemed unsatisfied again. I told him to look and see the little boy. He turned his head but didn’t open his eyes.
Dad had to help Parker inside the house, his legs were a little wobbly still. Everyone wanted to be in his face and talk to him because he was very entertaining. But the only one he wanted in his space was Josie. I started telling him that I was going to get his ice on and then go pick up his medicine. He got offended suddenly, “Mom, you don’t have to talk to me like that.”
He told the girls he was fine. Then he’d feel his face with his hands and say, “This is messed up.” I looked him in the eye to tell him to eat his ice cream while I left. He looked down and saw blood on his spoon, “Mom, there’s blood in my ice cream.” Then he looked up at me and said, “Mom the ice is whispering in my ear. It keeps whispering in my ear.”
I came to check on him one last time before leaving and he was upset because the girls were playing minecraft. He said, “They’re playing my piece, Mom. I’m gunna die. Girl’s you’re. That’s mine.”
He has more pain than either Riley or Cambry complained of. But he’s on the mend. Hope you’re having a great day!
Love you,
Mom
Dear Riley,
I forgot the best part of Parker's wisdom teeth story! As he was sitting/sleeping in the recovery room, he asked for a Rubik's cube. The nurse and I looked at each other enjoyingly and then he turned to me and asked (eyes shut, of course) if I had brought his Rubik's cube. He wanted to see how long it took him to solve it. We laughed. He brought it up a couple times.
When we got home, I told Elise to bring him his Rubik's cube. He looked at it confusedly as he made a few hesitant turns. Then he held it up in victory,"I did it, Eise." Cube in victorious air then caught his attention as he recognized that it wasn't actually solved. He got frustrated and slapped it down to the couch where he thumped his hand a few additional times while bemoaning, "I didn't do it. I didn't do it."
Did I tell you he asked if he could sleep in a hammock when he got home? I laughed and said, "since we have a hammock?" He defended his plan: The Tennises have a hammock. I can sleep in that.
This was a real ride. He's laughing about it all now with us.
Love you,
Mom
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