OK, I know it has been over a month since I've blogged. I have no excuses. Life sometimes is just like that. We've been super busy with traveling, drs. appointments, and most of all canning since my garden has just decided to explode. I'll try to catch you up on what's been happening:
Turning 3 brings many new challenges, one of which is the first visit to the dentist. During the month of August, we've been to the dentist not once, not twice, but 3 times. These pics are from the first visit which went WONDERFULLY! He was the best kid this hygenist had had in her chair all day (her words, not mine). But they did find a cavity in between his front two teeth because his baby teeth are pushed too close together in the front (yes, he got all my best traits!). So this past week we went back because the dentist assured me she could easily fill it. I took her at her word even though our dentist office doesn't specialize in pediatric dentistry. This second visit was very traumatic for both Hunter and Mom. It was one of those days when I told Scott (with a lot of tears and drama) that he should be home taking care of our son and I should be working. All you moms out their have those days; come on, just admit it.
Anyway the dentist thought she could "get it" just using that numbing gel. Not! Then it became apparent she would need to give Hunter novacaine, and who do you think was commissioned to pin the child down while the scary masked lady stuck the gigantic needle into the ultra sensitve spot in his upper gums and lip?! You guessed it - MOM! Hunter is coming off the seat, screaming and crying, and I'm doing nothing about it. Worse yet, I'm holding him down and letting them do this. Of course by now you all see where this is going. After that trauma, he wouldn't let them complete the filling, and frankly, I don't blame him!!! So they get us in to a pediatric dentist 45 minutes away. You know I spent just about every minute of that drive convincing my son that this dentist was going to be nice and not hurt him anymore. And absolutely every second was filled with the silent prayer that I was telling him the truth. It was also during this car ride that I called my husband at work issuing the afore mentioned opinion on who was emotionally tough enough to handle this part of parenting amid buckets of tears.
Thankfully, the expert dentist was great, even to the point of assuring my newly gender conscious son that he was a boy too. (Yes this is the latest development for Hunter. He has to know if everyone we see or know is a girl or a boy.) We do not need a filling since this is a miniscule cavity in a baby tooth that will fall out in a few years. We can maintain the tooth by flossing and a special fluoride toothpaste that we poke in there at bedtime. PTL!!
2 comments:
O Jen! You are hilarious! Reminds me of my trip to the ear specialist with Blake when he was 3. Horrible! I'm in total agreement with you in the idea that the dads should do those type of visits! At no other time am I more willing to admit that I am indeed the weaker vessel! :)
just wondering where you will take him next time? That had to of been horrible. But thanks for the smile
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