Sunday, July 4, 2010

i-Persecuted

On Friday I took Anna to a pediatric dental specialist. It seems she is going to need extensive work done on her teeth. Her adult teeth are insufficiently calcified and will need to be reinforced. I spent a good two weeks beating myself up for not being able to keep down calcium supplements (or anything else) while I was pregnant. But when we got to the specialist he said no, adult teeth actually form in the first year of life and it has little to do with diet, his own daughter had the same problem, and I could stop flagellating myself.

They gave her some Vicodin and nitrous oxide and promised me she wouldn't feel a thing. She was going to have a cap put on one of her back molars, which the dentist said was “as soft as butter”. But as soon as they started the procedure she started to cry and complain of pain. The crying intensified and soon she began to wail, a long, slow, low-pitched wail that I'm sure carried throughout the entire office. I crawled over the equipment and sat beside her on the chair, stroking her arm. It got worse. Before long she was flailing and I had to physically restrain her while they worked as quickly as possible to finish the cap. While I've had to restrain my children for shots before, I've never had to do it for a 20-excruciating-minute procedure. By the end of it we were both crying.

When it was done they plied her with stickers and gifts, gave her a popsicle and I carefully led her, wobbly and tear-stained, to the car.




You may be wondering why I would include something like this in Brenda's meme.


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Well, here is why.

Near the end of the procedure, just when I thought I would sell my own soul to the devil in exchange for a good set of teeth for my daughter, the dental assistant leaned over and said to me: “She's not going to remember any of this. So tell her she did really well.”

After Anna had been home for a few hours and the drugs had worn off and she could walk from the couch to the kitchen without doing a face plant, she took to admiring her new silver cap. I asked if she remembered having it put on. She scrunched up her face a bit. “Not really,” she said, “do you?”

“Yes,” I said, “and you did great.  I'm really proud of you.”

She smiles a bit here, and I'm glad to see it. Because bless her little butter-soft teeth, she's going to be making many more trips back to the dentist. What I want her to remember is that when she walks out of there, she takes with her an armload of kid booty and the knowledge that she shored up well under pressure.

I, on the other hand, may need a good, stiff drink when I get home.





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32 comments:

  1. I love the silver lining. I try to find it always.
    Poor little mite though and poor Mummy. I hate having to hold them down.

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  2. Nothing worse than seeing your children in pain.

    You're a great mum! That picture at the top breaks my heart!!

    Am off to work otherwise would write a more coherent comment. Have a great day xx

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  3. :: hands over stiff drink, chocolate and some 'well done mum' stickers ::

    You did great Mum. What a traumatic experience for you, great that your child can't remember it though.

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  4. Thank God for drugs. The End.; )

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  5. Man that top photo pulls at the heart strings. You are a very brave Mummy. And very wise ... thanks for sharing that wisdom.

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  6. The bottom photo is just so sweet! I am glad to hear that she doesn't remember having the procedure done! You are such a brave, strong mom - good job being there for her and helping her through it.

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  7. Ohh the poor little thing. And you too, I could not have sat through that without screaming "YOUR KILLING HER!!" Your both very brave.

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  8. Bloody hell, that's horrible. Thank goodness for the wisdom of dental assistants and their memory erasing drugs.

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  9. Definitely calls for a stiff drink! As will the bill, I'm sure.

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  10. Oh, Kristin, that had to be so difficult. I'd have been bawling too. Thank goodness the assistant gave you that great advice.
    ::: cheers! :::

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  11. Good job, Mum. You did really, really well and I'm proud of you. :)

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  12. I love the title of this post!

    It's hell watching your kid suffer and in pain; the fact that she won't remember any of it is DEFINITELY a bonus!

    You deserve a drink after that ordeal!

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  13. Oh look at her little face!! Tears!
    Sending you love and virtual pinot
    xo

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  14. You poor girls!! You are a good mommy.

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  15. Bless her cotton socks, and you too Mama. Takes cast iron strength to watch your baby in pain ... and not start throwing punches! You both did well :)

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  16. turning a negative into the proverbial positive. when it works, it works so well.
    :)

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  17. O.M.G.
    I couldn't do it. No way. They would have to give me the gas first.
    Pat yourself on the back, girl. You're clearly as tough as they come.

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  18. What an angel the assistant was, just slipping that little thought in there at the right time for you take up. Dear little girl, the first pic... oh! :( You did superbly. Both of you.

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  19. I really feel for you. I hate the dentist.
    I really admire you for handling it so well, and being strong for your (beautiful) daughter.

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  20. Aw bless her. And you too. I get upset when my little boy gets a stinging nettle rash... I could not have coped with wailing in agony for 20 minutes!

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  21. Oh heavens! I'm heartbroken for you for having to witness your daughter in such misery. I don't get how she cried through the procedure but didn't remember it. Either way it's a good thing!

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  22. Oh bless her, poor baby. And poor you. I am glad she didn't remember it. One thing I learnt, working with sick kids- they are so resilient. Inevitable, most procedures hurt and scar the parents more than their children.

    Massive *hugs*

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  23. I admire your strength, I am not sure how I would have handled it, but since Josh has great teeth I don't think I will need to be concerned about this for now...

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  24. OMG you poor woman! When my son was about 14 months he fell and cracked his front tooth vertically and they had to pull it. I had to lay in the chair, holding his wee arms and legs as best I could while they pulled it.

    He remembers. Because of his size they only used a bit of novacaine. The most horrible parenting issue I've had to date.

    The good news is, since then I've had no issues holding either of them down for shots. Well, except the last one with my daughter. She's nearly as big as I am now so she's STRONG.

    Glad your little one made it out unscathed and full of booty. You're one tough mama.

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  25. Thanks guys. Had several stiff drinks last night (a couple days late, but hey)!

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  26. You are very cruel - how could you do that to her?:-) Well done on coping - I'd be a wreck.

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  27. Ohhh poor wee thing! :(

    Max had to have bloods taken today and I just couldn't be in the room with him. It took Dean, Marie (our home visit helper) and 2 nurses to restrain him while it was being done. I heard him screaming from the other end of the ward. Really shook me up. In fact, I think I need a drink tbh...

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  28. She is gorgeous! You both were so brave . . . good mama!

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  29. Last night someone asked her if she like going to the dentist and she actually said yes. You could have knocked me over with a feather!

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  30. What a brave girl!... and mummy. It's terrible as a parent to see your child in any sort of pain.

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  31. That picture of her all teary - bravely holding her prizes - makes me teary

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  32. God, I hate dentists even as an adult I need valium (well if someone would give it to me). I don't know how you survived, it is way worse as the mother - way worse. I love that photo of Anna - she is trying so hard to put on a brave face. Hugs to both of you. xxx

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