Wellll, DJ's reaction to the dental office was actually on the positive side. Unfortunately they decided to pull his front 4 teeth because his two front adult teeth were coming in. I was just upset that they didn't share that with me. Poor baby, he was a trooper. I was waiting in the waiting room while they were putting his crown on (and pulling his teeth.) They called me back to pay and pick him up. The woman and I were arguing the co-pay because like I said, they pulled 4 teeth and that wasn't part of the original price. Of course, I had to pay more. DJ comes out with the nurse and he's smiling and all. Then he sees me, and the floodgates open. I wasn't sure at the time why he was crying because he had gauze in his mouth. After we left, we had to stop at Rite Aid because I had to pick up some Motrin for DJ. We also picked up some ice cream for dinner since he can't eat solid foods right away. We pulled in to the parking lot and I told him he could take the gauze out of his mouth. He looks in the rearview mirror and starts WAILING. “My teeth are GONE. I have HOLES in my mouth.” More wailing. I'm telling him to calm down and he was such a brave boy. I tried explaining that two of his teeth are back. He didn't want to hear it. He wanted to know if I had his teeth. I told him they were in my pocketbook. “We HAVE to go back to BrushieLand RIGHT NOW! They have to put my teeth back in.” More wailing. I explained again about how he was going to have new teeth grow back in. He calms down and we head out for Rite Aid. In the middle of the parking lot he starts wailing, “I have holes in my MOUTH. Pop-pop is gonna come home tonight and he's going to be SO mad at me.” I explained to him Pop Pop was not going to be mad at him. I told him how Pop Pop is going to be so proud because he was such a brave little boy today. That mollified him a bit. Then we walk into the store and he says to me, “Hey, Mommy, I have an idea. Let's go get some glue or something. You can glue my teeth back in my mouth. Deal?” I'm really trying to hold this together because he's really making me laugh. I explained again about the tooth fairy. Which led to dozens more questions. Can she leave me some tapes? How about candy? How about cookies? The list went on and on. Why me? We go home, eat some ice cream, watch some tv. I brushed his teeth before he went to bed. We put his teeth under his pillow in a baggie. So then he starts talking about how he doesn't want to go to BrushieLand ever again. I promised myself i would never lie to my kids because it's not fair and I told him that he has to go another time for some fillings. Then he whispers, “ But Mom, it was HORRIBLE. A really HORRIBLE experience.” Then he starts talking about holes in his mouth again. This was all I needed was for him to have nightmares about holes. So I tell to him think of happy thoughts. The first thing he comes up with is eating ice cream. I told him to think of another. He said watching tapes. I said one more. He asked if we could talk about sad thoughts. I tried to push one more time for happy thoughts but DJ was adamant. “My sad thought is having to go Brushie Land again. Hmmppph.” Oh boy. He is with me today at work. He woke up and his mouth was all bloody. Poor kid. He's having trouble eating and we all know how schools are. I drug him in here with me. Besides I have to break up his meds for him and all. He's sitting next to me playing a Blue's Clues computer game on my other laptop. Basically driving me NUTS! But it'll be ok. I keep telling myself I can come to work by myself tomorrow :) Now he's really proud of “his holes”. I told him he was brave like Simba. He was really happy about that because he thinks Simba is the best. Now if only I could get him to be quiet for 5 minutes.............

  Wellll, DJ's reaction to the dental office was actually on the positive side.  Unfortunately they decided to pull his front 4 teeth because his two front adult teeth were coming in.  I was just upset that they didn't share that with me.  Poor baby, he was a trooper.  I was waiting in the waiting room while they were putting his crown on (and pulling his teeth.)  They called me back to pay and pick him up.  The woman and I were arguing the co-pay because like I said, they pulled 4 teeth and that wasn't part of the original price.  Of course, I had to pay more.  DJ comes out with the nurse and he's smiling and all.  Then he sees me, and the floodgates open.  I wasn't sure at the time why he was crying because he had gauze in his mouth. 

After we left, we had to stop at Rite Aid because I had to pick up some Motrin for DJ.  We also picked up some ice cream for dinner since he can't eat solid foods right away.  We pulled in to the parking lot and I told him he could take the gauze out of his mouth.  He looks in the rearview mirror and starts WAILING.  “My teeth are GONE.  I have HOLES in my mouth.”  More wailing.  I'm telling him to calm down and he was such a brave boy.  I tried explaining that two of his teeth are back.  He didn't want to hear it.  He wanted to know if I had his teeth.  I told him they were in my pocketbook.  “We HAVE to go back to BrushieLand RIGHT NOW!  They have to put my teeth back in.”  More wailing.  I explained again about how he was going to have new teeth grow back in.  He calms down and we head out for Rite Aid.

In the middle of the parking lot he starts wailing, “I have holes in my MOUTH.  Pop-pop is gonna come home tonight and he's going to be SO mad at me.”  I explained to him Pop Pop was not going to be mad at him.  I told him how Pop Pop is going to be so proud because he was such a brave little boy today.  That mollified him a bit.  Then we walk into the store and he says to me, “Hey, Mommy, I have an idea.  Let's go get some glue or something.  You can glue my teeth back in my mouth.  Deal?”  I'm really trying to hold this together because he's really making me laugh.  I explained again about the tooth fairy.  Which led to dozens more questions.  Can she leave me some tapes?  How about candy?  How about cookies?  The list went on and on.  Why me?

We go home, eat some ice cream, watch some tv.  I brushed his teeth before he went to bed.  We put his teeth under his pillow in a baggie.  So then he starts talking about how he doesn't want to go to BrushieLand ever again.  I promised myself i would never lie to my kids because it's not fair and I told him that he has to go another time for some fillings.  Then he whispers, “ But Mom, it was HORRIBLE.  A really HORRIBLE experience.”  Then he starts talking about holes in his mouth again.  This was all I needed was for him to have nightmares about holes.  So I tell to him think of happy thoughts.  The first thing he comes up with is eating ice cream.  I told him to think of another.  He said watching tapes.  I said one more.  He asked if we could talk about sad thoughts.  I tried to push one more time for happy thoughts but DJ was adamant.  “My sad thought is having to go Brushie Land again.  Hmmppph.”  Oh boy.

He is with me today at work.  He woke up and his mouth was all bloody.  Poor kid.  He's having trouble eating and we all know how schools are.  I drug him in here with me.  Besides I have to break up his meds for him and all.  He's sitting next to me playing a Blue's Clues computer game on my other laptop.  Basically driving me NUTS!  But it'll be ok.  I keep telling myself I can come to work by myself tomorrow :)

Now he's really proud of “his holes”.  I told him he was brave like Simba.  He was really happy about that because he thinks Simba is the best.  Now if only I could get him to be quiet for 5 minutes.............