Took all three wee Thorns to the dentist today. No one prepared me for how horrible it would be. All the years of anxiety and stress with two autistic boys could not have prepared me for the meltdown at the dentist with smallest Thorn. It was a blow out. It was Little Shop of Horrors in that dentist chair. She flew in the air, clung to me, wailed, even refused to say a Hail Mary with me. Someone stole my little even-keeled punkin and gave a small octopus with tentacles and suckers. It was just bizarre.
Then I got lectured. I should have let her come back alone, compared it to pre-school and not wanting Mommy to leave. (*it sounded like this to my ears: Bady mommy, bad mommy, bad mommy, you stink....rah rah rah). Whatever. At the point I had checked out. Now the dental work either needs to be done after a dose of Valium or in the hospital. I am choosing not do deal with it and wrote this post just to get the whole event off my chest. I am worn out. Oddly enough, I didn't need the coffee today. I'm awake, I'm awake!
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funny, when i think of the dentist i think of that movie "marathon man"
ooh - MM is THE SCARIEST!
It's one of the many reasons I stopped watching movies!
Kids. Gotta love 'em.
You are a good Moomy to be with them. When they get older; they'll remember and thank you. (except between the ages of 13 and 21.)
Great! Very funny post!
God Bless! - Adrienne
When Trina freaked at age 3ish about having to have a cavity filled, I had a horrible experience at a "pediatric dentist". She came back from xrays with 4 fingertip size bruises on her face (shudder to remember). It's a longer story than that involving a VERY creepy dentist but I ended up thinking she'd have to be put on a velcro board or knocked out and have her tooth removed. My cousin works in a dental office and she suggested I go there. NO CRYING. The pediatric dentist there just let her stand there while he rolled up a little material, stuck it in the hole and asked if he could stick a stick in there to get a little off her tooth (like a toothbrush). Then, he told me that it was a temporary filling until she could stop freaking out by the chair, etc. and that in Vietnam, men would get those temp fillings and they would last for years and years. She got the perm. filling a couple years later after she'd been for lots of cleanings and had lost that fear. I don't know if this will help but I think you are a good mom with kids that have a RATIONAL fear of creepy dentists who want to hurt them.
HA.
I find it disturbing that these pediatric dentist offices are so intent on having the kids alone back there. I don't want to accuse them of anything, but their policies violate everything I've been taught on child protection.
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