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Going to the dentist...whose the baby?

The dentist with the 4 year old and the 6 year old
And guess who was the baby?

ME!!!!!

I gave the husband one task this morning....
Tell our babysitter that I have to pick Joy up early to go to the dentist.
He forgot.

I told the boy to come outside as soon as school was out.
He forgot.

I pull in at 3:35 for the 3:30 appointment.
At least there was a 3 in the time I arrived!

They take Jackson back and I think things are going well...
UNTIL
The lady in the yellow coat says, 'Maam, we need you to come back for you son."

(Oh No, what has he done now...it's only been 20 minutes.)

His cheecks are stained with tears, his eyes are red, and he is curled in a ball.
"Mama, I don't want to do this because it's going to hurt."

(WHAT?)

I asked him to hold my hand during the cleaning and squeeze it when it hurts.
Apparently it hurt a lot.
Then there is my poor daughter is holding my leg, crying because she doesn't want to do this either.

(WHAT?)

Oh and since I'm not a really good person to watch any medical stuff, I've learned that I can add watching my son's teeth cleaning to that list. My poor stomach was rebelling with the sight and the smells of the moment.

They need to take "pictures" (xrays) but he doesn't want me to leave the room. Doesn't exactly work out that well, so we had to play a game with it.

Another person walks by me and says, relax mom, it's going to be okay.

OK, so that's when I realized I was being the baby...sweating like crazy with the 4 year old clinging to the legs while claiming the water thing was a squirt gun, the suction thingy as a vacuum, and the light as a spotlight. How much sillier could I have looked at that moment I have wondered to myself since that moment.

I got to take a break and go back to the waiting room, when the lady in the yellow jacket (reminds one of Curious George doens't it?) comes back to tell me that he has a few small holes and they want to seal his teeth.

(What in the hell is that?)

So, I sign on the dotted line and schedule the appointment.

JOY'S next...

The whole time while I'm waiting with little boy blue in the waiting room he has a bouncy ball and finding different areas that will make it bounce. Like the counter, the door, the chairs, the walls, etc. I finally took that away.

Then he decided to time when Joy would come out crying...guess what...

NEVER...

She never cried, never complained, never whined.

She did awesome!

Now, whose the baby?

Posted by jringwald on 2008-04-07 19:13:07 | Rating: