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Monday, April 26, 2010


I much prefer the pretty crowns with diamonds and jewels to the ones you get at the dentist. I don't know that Luke would prefer to wear a crown, unless of course it was his idea, and it was more of a macho king crown, but he definitely does NOT prefer a crown you get at the dentist! I'm just saying...

About a month back I took the big kids in for their bi-annual check-up at the dentist. Needless to say, the past year has been a little lax when it comes to anything, especially checking to see that my kidddos have been brushing and flossing properly. I did NOT win the mother-of-the-year award in this category. So, both kids had a couple of cavities, give or take. Today Luke had some of his repair work done. I was dreading it just a little, because the last time he had to have work done, he kicked and screamed and fought us like a little bull just to drink the loopy know, the one they put drugs in that makes the kids feel loopy. Well today was a different day. He gulped it down in one big gulp, and we were off to Loopyville! After about an hour, they called him back, and the work began. After about another hour, they called me back. He came out of the work room and did not have a very pleasant look on his face. I tried to muster the cheeriest voice I could find and asked him how he was. He said, "what is that silver thing in my mouth!" When I explained it to him, the crying and fussing commenced. He fussed and cried and would not get into the car. He kept repeating, "take it out! I want it out!" So, I didn't know what else to do but to ask the dentist to take it out. I explained to the lady behind the glass that I needed to see the assistant or dentist because Luke wanted his crown removed, and she looked at me as if I had 2 heads! Anyway, the dentist consulted with us, and I guess all Luke heard was blah, blah, blah, because it didn't get any better. I had to carry him to the car. Thankfully, I was alone. So I went through the golden arches drive through and got him a yogurt parfait, and he talked me into a happy meal for the toy. I told him he wouldn't be able to eat it until later when the numbness wore off. He agreed. After we got home, I was on the phone with a friend, and a few minutes later, Luke found me and showed me that he was bleeding from his mouth. I thought he had bitten a whole in his lip because he kept biting down on it earlier. When I looked closer I realized the blood was coming from the crowned tooth! I asked him what happened and he told me he was trying to get it off and it started bleeding! WHAT!! @#$%!! In case you've never had any dental work done, please allow me to explain how you have to take out a second mortgage on your home to PAY FOR IT! So I called the dentist office, and the lady who answered told me to bring him back. So we did. The new, young, lady dentist was in this afternoon and checked on Luke's new crown. She went on and on about what a great job the other dentist had done (smart one, she is), then she asked him to sit up and give her a big smile. Once he smiled pretty big she encouraged an even bigger smile, and then proceeded to let him know no one could even see that silver thing in his mouth. She explained they only use the silver caps on the back teeth where people can't see them. (I was impressed, very impressed.) So, we left with him a happy little man again. I was completely worn out and ready for a very stiff drink, but he wasn't trying to pull the #$%@ cap off anymore, so life was good once again. He did mention still wanting it removed when he showed his grammy and papa this evening, but that was short-lived, thank goodness! Praying now the next visit will be a bit cheerier!

Hope you had a great Monday!
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