Two Less Teeth

It's been a very interesting week at our house.

Last Sunday night I woke up in the middle of the night with absolutely horrible mouth pain. My wisdom teeth all the sudden decided they were going to come in with a vengeance. I knew this day was coming; I could feel it approaching when I discovered they tips of my wisdom teeth coming through the gums a couple months ago. But since I was 8 months pregnant at the time, I decided to wait until after the baby was born and things settled down before I did anything about it. Apparently my teeth had other plans.

I could barely eat on Monday and Tuesday. Thankfully, I found a dentist who would take me on Tuesday afternoon (yes, we've lived here over a year and never found a dentist; this also inspired me to take the kids to the dentist for the first time). When I went in for my appointment, I expected the dentist to take an x-ray, look at my teeth, and give me the number for an oral surgeon. Much to my surprise, as soon as I got in his chair, the dentist started talking about removing them, right now. I honestly didn't know dentists would remove wisdom teeth, but I guess since they were coming in already it wouldn't require a lot of work to get them out.

So just like that I had my wisdom teeth out. I got some very painful shots in the roof of the my mouth and they were removed in about 20 minutes. I was very impressed! Peter was surprised to get a text that said "just got my wisdom teeth removed. I'm fine." Actually, I was super excited to get them out because 1. I was in a ton of pain and 2. I thought getting them out would be a big process involving being knocked out, flying up Grandma to watch the kids for a week, Peter taking time off to drive me home... but it ended up being pretty simple.

Unfortunately, in the rush of things I completely neglected to think about the "after" part of wisdom teeth removal--the PAIN. Oh boy am I glad for painkillers. And for super nice friends who happily took my kids when I called begging for help. I'm still in some pain and still can't eat most solid foods, but I survived.

Peter actually had plans to drive down to LA for a wedding, so he took the toddlers with him and dropped them off at Grandma's for the week. I had a weekend of just me and Lucy, cleaning the house, and starting Christmas shopping. Despite the pain and Lucy's random colic, it turned into an awesome ending to a rough week. My house has been in DESPERATE need of a good scrubbing (and organizing), but I never get the time to stay on top of it with all the craziness of newborn + two toddlers. It's kinda sad actually how incredibly happy I am to spend a weekend vacuuming. Also, I finally have the chance to think about Christmas shopping! I LOVE buying presents, but I've been too busy to even think about it yet; this time last year I was already done. So Lucy was a trooper and slept through a 2 hour Target run while I slowly priced out presents and checked possible sales.

Anyways, I now have less teeth, a floor you can actually see, and several gifts hidden in my closet. Overall, good week!