After we got settled in the treatment room, the dentist came in, sat down and asked us how we've been doing in the teeth-brushing arena. I suddenly remembered how I felt when my math teacher asked me to turn in my homework on any given day--inadequate, bordering on failure. "Look," I thought, "I am a zero when it comes to dental hygiene with my combative little angel here. That's why we're HERE. So YOU can power wash the inside of her mouth and I can reward myself with a latte on the way home."
Before the dentist actually got inside her mouth, I asked about sedation. The dentist said that wouldn't be a good idea. I pressed her. "Then how about for Annie?"
"Oh," she said, "she can't have it either. She's got a load of medicine already on board, and if we add any kind of sedation to the mix, and she had any difficulties, it wouldn't be good."
I figured that might be the case. So I sat down in the exam chair, hoisted Annie up from her wheelchair and sat her on my lap, crossed my legs over hers, wrapped her in a bear hug and told the dentist to go for it.
After about 10 minutes of yelling, squirming and tears, her teeth were clean. The dentist said we're doing a good job--no cavities--and then she gave me two toothbrushes for Annie: one to put between her teeth and one to brush with.
By the time we got to the van, Annie was giggling. I was ready to take a nap. Glad we only have to do this twice a year.
Jean
3 comments:
Praise the Lord! I thought for sure you were going to say you ended up wearing her breakfast.
Continuing love and prayers,
Terri W
Sounds like you handled it quite well!
You go, girl! :)
Marilyn (and I can SO relate to an appointment being made too early! I had to leave a dentist's office once because I was about to lose my cookies since they were gassing me so early in the morning!)
I bet you'd be a kick butt cage fighter, Jean.
Just sayin. No fear.
Sorry you didn't get your sedation.
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