So I had no intentions of having 3 kids get their wisdom teeth out in a 3 month time period but here I am. Ethan is now 20 and was going to be home for several months so I decided to just get his out this past April before his internship with Intel began in May. He only had 3 wisdom teeth so no big deal. Well, my poor Ethan is a bleeder and I had one of the scariest few minutes ever with him after his surgery. We were about a mile away from our home when I looked over at him in the passenger seat. He looked at me and BLOOD, LOTS of it, rolled out of his mouth and down his chin and all over his chesr/shirt. I was seriously panicked for about 2 minutes (that felt like an eternity). I contemplated just heading to an Urgent Care but decided to get him home to see what I could do. And the poor guy just kept asking me over and over again, "Mom...is this my fault? Is this my fault???" BROKE.MY.MOMMA.HEART.๐. Well, after getting him home and Max helping me get him inside and settled in my bed, we got the bleeding to stop. He did have to change his shirt and I brought over a small trash can for him to spit blood into (so he wouldn't swallow it and make himself sicker). I had to go get his medicine and Max was begging me NOT to leave him there to watch Ethan alone--he was more scared than I was. But I assured him he would be fine and that I wouldn't be gone long--and everything was fine from that point forward. Ethan actually healed very well with no infections/dry sockets and very little swelling. This was the only pic I took of the event that I called, "The Murder Scene": (the dark liquid in the trash can is about 2 inches of blood/saliva).
Throwing "Gang Signs..."๐ |