pediatric dentistry

Rex just had general anesthesia for some cavities.  I had no idea they were doing this now.  My dentist just shamed me till I let her work on me.

if this was my dentist I would be like Marcia Brady in that episode when she dreams of being "Mrs. Marcia Dentist"

if this was my dentist I would be like Marcia Brady in that episode when she dreams of being “Mrs. Marcia Dentist”

“you crying?  You crying?  Why you crying?  Your sister isn’t crying.”  I look over and see my sister serenely in the other chair bravely handling the Novocaine shot.  Did I mention I grew up in LA and my mom took us to a black woman dentist so we had positive role models?  Might have been more positive if she hadn’t been so rough.Tough love ’70’s has given way to medicate 21st c.

It’s in favor to not traumatize kids with dentistry.  We tried it a few weeks ago with laughing gas, but he just got more fun.  One of the doctors said he is “spicy”. Full of beans I always say.  So this morning he got a shot.  Cried, then fell asleep in my arms.  They carried him in and his 3 cavities had morphed to 6.  Little ones against each other.  The dentist said to avoid gummy vitamins… they get in and hard to get out with brushing.  Hard enough to get him to brush his teeth, unlikely big flossing would happen shortly.  Here I thought it was good I was giving them vitamins.  Bad mom. Oh and by the way, insurance doesn’t pay for the anesthesia.

I peaked in.  He was passed out, mouth open wide, oxygen over his nose, IV in his hand, a blanket over his body and his little feet peeking out.  Oh, the vulnerability!  ( he hates wearing shoes)

When he came out of it, slowly emerging from the sleep, he was very dizzy.  We carried him to the car and I sat next to him.  They said, “don’t let him drive”  I did let him take the wheel this weekend at the Peterson museum.kid area in peterson auto museum  Carried him in, laid down on the coach and watched Brave.  By the last half hour of the film he was better.
“I want a grilled cheese sandwich.”

A good choice.

 

 

News of the day on Mid Morning with Cool Mom and Rex

I don’t have to be on “The View” or “The Talk” to get into hot topics.     I do have the cutest sidekick in the biz who has great comic timing.  Rex and I shot this before I had my breakfast.  We had a lot to discuss.    I like to do a bit more old school talk show.  Mike Douglas, Dick Cavett, Merv Griffin.  They didn’t just have actors on but occasionally had on people with real thoughts and ideas.

I just wish I had a key light.

TV Hospital versus Real life hospital

I’ve mentioned before about my dad’s declining health.  Well, it seems like it’s taken another step down.  Imagine a terraced yard.  Just when I get use to the view from one level, and it’s short comings, comes another step down.  Soon I will be in the street run over by traffic.

My dad has dementia.  And we decided assisted living was best for him 3 years ago, he was still pretty with it, but we didn’t want him to be alone.  I would take him out once a week for a meal or a movie.  Not a full life, but okay.  Then not only did he drop down more, so did I.  Madoff and a new baby made my weekly visits bi weekly.  And he was now using a walker, I couldn’t fit a walker and stroller in the car at the same time so I had to figure that in, and frankly, I was just more stressed, and sometimes visiting him was stressful.

Little did I know that would seem like the golden days.  In the last month he has been in the hospital twice.  Honestly, for nothing serious.  But, the first visit, combined with a change in meds pushed him further away from us.

Today I saw my dad and he said, “where are my girls?”  Meaning his daughters.  I told him I was here and that my sister’s would see him on another day.

Then I said, “you know who I am don’t you?”

His face lost some of the anxious mask he wears now, almost a little expression like his old self.

“I do, but why don’t you remind me.”

“I’m Daphne, I’m your daughter.”  And my heart broke a little.

Then he gripped my hands so tight.

“who am I forgetting?”

I named everyone in our family.  He long ago told me that when he is flying at take off he always recites the names of my mom and myself and my sisters like the Holy Trinity.  It was his prayer for our safety and for his.  I told him we are all okay.

“you are okay dad”, knowing that’s a lie.  The care giver he was with was someone my dad had told me about several times, he liked him, but now he didn’t see him.  I told him he was safe and that I would come again.

At one point when he looked hard into my eyes I saw a montage like a movie of my dad through my life.  A slim, well dressed, well coiffed man in the early ’70’s, more stout but still charming in the ’80’s. joyful at my wedding and even a few months ago at my home for his birthday.  I was searching for what was similar now. My father is a flawed man.  And has not led an exemplary life, but we could all be guaranteed that my dad made the biggest fuss over us.  He loved seeing his daughters.  A month ago he grabbed for Rex, trying to kiss him as Rex squirmed away from the non parent hands.  Now, he barely registered his presence.  Only a few weeks ago dad would have exclaimed, “look at you my boy!”

I know many others have gone through this.  And I guess it’s my turn, my families turn.  But, it totally blows.

This vlog was inspired by his most trip to the ER.