There is a dent in our wall the approximate size and shape of my head.
Why?
Because the first child of my heart, fruit of my morning sickness, and occasional oath of my swearing, does not hold her anesthesia. Neither does the second offspring of my pickle-craving. Once the veins in these two get loaded to the corpuscles with anesthesia, anything can happen. Including raucous careening down the hall, leaping and lurching like a 100-proofed Captain Kangaroo, like Kid-1 did following the removal of her smarty-pants-teeth and complete pickling of her brain cells with oral anesthesia.
I ended up slammed into the wall trying to get Kid-1 to a room with a bed before she passed-out (didn't seem likely, really), or did some other damage to herself. And all the while Kid-2 flailed about on 1's other arm, guffawing hysterically.
Well laugh it up, brace face (and I mean that with love), because you did only a little better.
Kid-2 had needle-in-the-arm anesthesia for oral surgery, and woke up staring blearily around, focusing on me, and saying "They're done already? Whoa!", repeatedly for 20 minutes. Then he searched painstakingly for the ground, as though the sands of time were opening beneath his feet with every step, while we walked to the car.
I shouldn't laugh, but in retrospect those two were hilarious. I guess I can be grateful that nothing stronger than what Doctor Dentist put into them has ever passed through their young bodies. I think it would be nice if it stayed that way.
Maybe I can talk one of them into naming their first child Anesthesia. As a reminder.
Wah-hahaha! I can see it all now. [and thanks for the laugh – I really needed it.]
You’re welcome! The thing that was hilarious about K-1 is that she was doing it on purpose – whipping us around, slamming us into stuff (I ended up in the shower at one point. Don’t ask.) And then she’d fall on the floor laughing. I’d never seen her like that before. K-2 just got really sweet (Whoa! That was so cool! It’s done? Awesome! Whoa!)–until the anesthesia wore off and the pain set in. Then they were equally somber. 🙂
Hey, I have a hole the size of my fist. But we’re not going to talk about that one.
Oh, but I think we should, Alison! Now I’m curious . . .
yeah, that probably tells you something about the difference between me and kid 2. Deep down, kid 2 is a total peace-loving sweetheart.
and i’m a ninja.
😉
it was great mischievous fun that I never let myself have normally… 🙂
You should. Ninjas are the bomb.
Um, that’s weird. Anonymous up there was me.
Next time a “wisdom teeth pulling” time comes around, you should definitely pull out the video camera… 🙂
Oh, for sure! I should have filmed them on my phone, but I was soooo laughtastic I never thought about it. 🙂 Next time.