Thankfully, we were able to get a consultation that same week with a reputable oral surgeon in the Woodlands and Ben was up bright and early the following week to have all four wisdom teeth removed at 7:30am. He was nervous but thankful to just get it over with.
Everything went well and I got two of his trophies while he was in recovery. The other two had to be removed in pieces. I remembered how much I hated the entire process when I was in high school and I was dreading the next few days for him.
I got him all settled on the couch, changed the gauze every hour for the rest of the day, and made him plenty of ensure milk shakes. He did great.
Day 2 was rough. He wanted ice on his cheeks all day so we kept rotating ice packs through the freezer to keep him comfortable and his was miserable since he couldn't chew anything. My poor baby! My heart was hurting for him.
Day 3 was much better and he continued to improve every day after that. We had some smiles and got to see his new chipmunk cheeks.
He also learned that he could eat IndoMie noodles so I just kept them coming! I didn't miss the irony that I had to find an Asian grocery store to stock up on an Indonesian staple that we always have on hand in Jakarta.
Solid food helped a lot but he had to get through more swelling before it got better. Ben watched every season of Scrubs and camped out on the couch for a week but thankfully everything went really well and he had no complications.
No funny videos of this guy on the way home because he was so sad! The nurse told me some people react that way to anesthesia. Ben was despondent that he couldn't talk for days and really upset that I was having trouble understanding him with all the gauze in his mouth. It didn't help when I giggled at some of his words and called him an angry chewbacca! He gave me all the details that he'd discussed with the doctor and asked me three times if I'd gotten his prescription mouthwash yet. The 6-mile drive home was pretty entertaining.