My almost 16 year old son had his impacted wisdom teeth taken out this week.
First time for anesthesia.
First time for pain medication stronger than Advil.
He had a really hard time waking up from the procedure - a combination of anesthesia and a double dose of anti-nausea medication, since he comes from a long line of pukers and has a history of getting sick from the nitrous gas at the dentist office. (Yes, he really did.)
Anywho, he was pretty out of it. They finally let us take his loopy butt home and we settled him on the couch with ice packs on his cheeks.
We had to make sure he ate when he had his pain medication - soft foods: pudding, yogurt, smoothies (no berry seeds), milkshakes. He was pretty weak and shaky, so there I was, spoon-feeding him and having throw back maternal moments to his toddler hood.
I don't care how old or big they get, they are still your baby when they are sick or hurting.
After spoon-feeding him his pills in pudding, and having a moment where I felt like he was just a toddler again, he announced he had to go to the bathroom. He got up and walked is 5'9'' ripped, muscular self to the bathroom.
That was one of the weirdest moments of my life. Where did this man-child come from? Just seconds before I had felt like he was just a baby again!
Freaky parenting moment.