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Dental Update. (again)


Remember this —>>> from just a few weeks ago?  This is the closest that my 3-year-old would get to the examination chair.

Today, sick to my stomach with anxiety, I took him to a new pediatric dentist. I had them all well warned and they cleverly began by bringing us into a room with a few regular chairs and a table. Not a dental chair in sight. I talked with a staff member at length about his previous experience with dentists, and was asked lots of questions about his diet and overall well being. I was quite surprised when they offered to not bring my little monster into the examination room. They were going to bring the dentist to us in this regular paperwork room.

I began my conversation with the dentist. He said he would indeed have to check his teeth before making any recommendation and that the best approach was knee-to-knee. Meaning, I put my son on my lap facing me, the dentist’s knees are touching mine and we lay my son back onto the dentist’s lap so that he can look. I warned this new fabulous dentist that this is the exact approach that freaked the hell out of my son just 6 months ago. But we had to try because nothing was going to happen unless the dentist got to look. He resisted a little and I told him that the dentist just wanted to count his teeth, and I began counting 1-20 over and over again. The little monster has a thing for numbers. This appeared to silence my son while the dentist was indeed able to examine him. I was fairly stunned and grateful at the lack of histrionics.

The dentist recommended fillings for his two front teeth, and that they would perform all the other routine stuff while he was under sedation (x-rays, fluoride treatment, cleaning). He said there were a couple spots that he wanted to take a close look at, but those would wait until my boy was asleep and he could look at X-Rays. The sticker shock for the dental work wasn’t as bad as I was envisioning, but the shock of the anesthesiologist almost had me falling off the chair. Goddammit. I want to earn $700 an hour! It’s possible that this procedure will go ahead on Monday, just 5 days away. I’ll be happy to have everything cleared up with him. Those teeth have been worrying me. My credit card is going to scream in pain. But whaddya gonna do?

Two adults have to accompany him for the sedation appointment so I am grateful that my awesome Dad is here visiting. Now all I am waiting for is the dental office to call back and give me the exact time of the procedure. Oy oy oy!!! I need a drink.

Update: He is scheduled for 6.40am on Monday. While it will be hell to get up before 6 to get him to the dentist on time, he won’t be allowed to eat or drink before the procedure so the earlier the better. To fit him into their schedule, the dentist, anesthesiologist, and the dental technicians are all coming in early because they didn’t want to shift around their other patients and have them wait longer than they expected to wait. That’s pretty awesome of the dental practice, I’d say.

The Dental Saga

dentist Today saw our 6-month dental check up. My oldest, the 5-year old hurricane, thinks the dentist is awesome and loves looking at her x-rays. She has perfect teeth, thanks to her Daddy’s genes, and the dentists always love her. She’s a breeze.

Last year, just before my escaped mental patient turned 3-years old, I took him for his first visit to a pediatric dentist which was less than stellar. In fact, he refused to lie down for the dentist to examine his teeth, so the dentist held him down on the table. The entire scene turned into something resembling The Exorcist. Needless to say, both he and I were traumatized, and I vowed we would never go back to that pediatric dentist again.

Flash forward to today, six and a half months later. New dental office, new dentist (he’s also my dentist now as he does general family dentistry too). I really like him and his staff. They treated me superbly so I was OK referring my children to his office. My oldest breezes in there, claiming it’s the best place ever. The dental hygienist is ready to run away with my daughter because she’s been the easiest minor that she’s ever treated. Not a cavity in sight and she’s pearly white. All done.

dentist2I tried to warn them about my son. I asked for a soundproofed room, but they thought I was kidding. I wasn’t. The hygienist couldn’t even get close enough to him to count his teeth. So I ended up holding a Q-Tip, and using that to count his teeth while she watched. The closest we could get him to the actual dental chair was to put Elmo on there and he watched. Honestly, this wouldn’t be a big deal except he has the start of a cavity between his two front teeth. His first teeth arrived when 10 months old. During his second year, the majority of the rest of the teeth came in and made it so that his front teeth crossed over a little, catching food in between them. No, I didn’t think to brush his teeth. Seriously, I wasn’t about to scar an 18-month old by holding him in a headlock while shoving a foaming stick in and out of his mouth. But by the time he was two-and-a-half, I could see something was forming and that’s when I brought him to the dentist over six months ago. And the damage was done, psychologically and physically.

Today’s dentist, as good as he is, couldn’t get my boy to sit in the chair so I pretended to count his teeth with that Q-Tip while the dentist had a peek, while we all stood next to the dental chair. All he could say was that it probably needed a filling, not caps, and should be done under sedation given my son’s reaction to dentistry in general. He would need to refer me to a pediatric dentist for that and I immediately nixed the ones we had visited previously.

So now we get to go to a new pediatric dentist who isn’t in our network (oh joy) and prepare for a cavity to be completed under sedation. I am scared to think how much that’ll cost, nevermind how much it’s going to freak my little guy out. But I have to get it taken care of before the cavity gets worse.  So in two weeks, I get to scare the ever-living crap out of my little guy again, and that’ll just be the introduction and evaluation phase. The sedation will come at a later appointment. Oh the fun, fun, fun.