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.
“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. 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.