Not a Good Patient

The Imp had her wisdom teeth extracted early this morning. She is not a good patient. She almost refused to get out the car, pouted before being called back and generally made me feel like I was walking on egg shells around her. Immediately after the procedure while she was still heavily sedated and still in the office, she was jovial and in relatively good spirits. By the time we got home, the sedation was wearing off but not the novacaine. She's been complaining ever since. She's cried a few times (she's not a crier) and "just wants it to be over!" Yea, me too. I tried to feed her a milkshake. "Mom, I can't swallow! I can't feel anything! It's still numb!" I'm trying to get food in her so I can get pain meds in her before the novocaine wears off. "I'm bored and I can't do ANYTHING!" Boy, I hope this child has no medical conditions requiring hospitalization.

I finally got some milkshake in her and some pain meds. She's fighting the sleep. I'm not sure why. She's miserable and working hard at making me miserable. Guess she's trying to test out the misery loves company idea.

My sister said the sedation period is the hardest on the parents and the next day or so hardest on the patient. Well....I definitely was praying hard sitting in the waiting room. Anesthesia is scary. But that was easier as I didn't have to interact with anyone. She doesn't want to be coddled, she wants the situation to disappear. She's mad at me since I can't get rid of it.

Only 7 more hours until Hubby is home and can relieve me of nursing duty. But he's not the best nurse, so...