The dutchkid’s dental visit marked a new parenting milestone for me today. Not only was the visit a complete FAIL, but it ended with me being irrationally angry with my sweet child. I don’t mean irritated, I mean completely pissed off.
It began well, she sailed right through the shot of novocaine and coping with the nosepiece for the nitrous oxide. I thought we were in the clear, and then she decided to have a total freak out about the rubber dam (sometimes called a “raincoat”, a rubber piece that isolates the tooth in question). I tried being in the room, I tried leaving. The dentist was very kind and very patient and tried six ways from Sunday to calm her down.
He didn’t even get to the drilling. The decision was made rather than strap her down and really traumatize her, we would try again at another appointment. Next time with conscious sedation (oh goody, my favorite).
While it was happening, I wasn’t angry, I was just trying to keep it together. As my mother pointed out, the dutchkid’s reaction was probably from being a little claustrophobic, and you just can’t help that. You are forced to breathe through your nose with that rubber dam on, and that can be scary.
But afterwards? Then I was just plain mad. Why couldn’t she just behave long enough to let them do their job? Why do I have to now pay even more money to have this done? (like hundreds of dollars more!) I don’t want her to suffer, but the teeth have to be fixed. And I’m angry with myself too, why couldn’t I have done a good enough job with her teeth to prevent this? And then to top it off I said some not very nice things to her.
Thank you, Universe, for making me feel like a parenting failure today. The dental nightmare just never ends