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jukebox_csiThis took me a while to finally post here, because at first it was traumatic, but now I find it hysterical. :) My five year old had several cavities and was going to need a crown. Now, at first, I was like 'a crown? on a baby tooth? eh?' But, turns out this baby tooth is one he won't loose until he's 11-12 years old.
Let me preface the story by telling you about the boy's breakfast routine. Every morning, he gets a glass of chocolate milk and a fruit breakfast bar. Without fail. He loves it. The morning of the dental appointment, he couldn't eat because they were going to use anesthesia. So I tell the hubby to wait until the last possible moment to wake him up, and that way, we'd put him right in the shower, dry/dress, then be walking right out the door to the appoingment, and he'd have no time to think about breakfast. We had to be there for 8:30a. But what does the spousal unit do? He wakes the boy up at 7:00am, and of course the child is ready to go by 7:30ish. So we get to listen to about 30-45 minutes of "Why can't I have a breakfast bar and chocolate milk? Where's my breakfast bar and chocolate milk? I really want a breakfast bar and chocolate milk!"
Ok, so now the story....
Anyway, I was all wound tight about the deal because they were going to have to use anesthesia on him to do the teeth. So, we go in to the pediatric dentist office (which was an awesome place, btw, with televisions on the ceiling over the beds and everything!), and I went in the room where they gave him liquid Versed(sp?) and the nitrous oxide gas. He relaxed and started cracking jokes about the mask making him look like a cat (complete with meow sounds he made), so I was instantly relieved and went to the waiting room at the appropriate time to assure the hubby that all was going to be fine.
About an hour later, they carry him out, he's all groggy at this point. With my help, we all manage to get x-rays of his teeth (he wouldn't let them before - it was a big meltdown moment so we needed to do it while he was 'out of it'). Then the dental assistant told us that the anesthesia would make him emotional and not to feed him until it wears off (about 2 hours).
It was right about then that the 'emotional' started. T_T
He started crying 'I wanna breakfast bar and chocolate milk'. And the volume just got louder and louder and louder. In the car, on the way home, he was kicking his foot (like stomping the ground, only in a car seat), and saying thru gritted teeth 'I want a breakfast bar and chocolate miiiiiiillllllk'. lol Then his head would drop forward, and I'd think he was asleep, only to have him roll it to the side and raise it while steadily getting louder with 'breakfast bar and choocolate miiiiiiilllllk'. That was followed by, 'Oooooh! I'll never have breakfast bar and chocolate milk again!'. lol
So, when we get home, amidst the 'breakfast bar and chocolate milk' tirade, I turned on the tv in the bedroom and I'm holding him in my lap on the bed because they had said not to let him walk because he'd fall down. I was hoping he'd fall asleep while we watched some of his favorite cartoons. But, he's throwing a fit in my arms, struggling to get free, all the time hollering how he wants a breakfast bar and such. This goes on for about 20 minutes (I kept hoping he'd finally succomb to sleep), he's all red in the face and crying. He suddenly throws both arms in the air, turns his face towards the ceiling and says "That's it! I QUIT THIS WORLD!!" o_O LOOOL
Oh, but that's not all. He finally slipped away from me and headed towards the bedroom door saying "I'm running away!" I tried to grab him but he said "Don't touch me! You're pretty, momma, but just don't touch me!!!" lol
Of course, at that time, I was traumatized over the way he was acting. My husband thought the anesthesia had given him brain damage. But, he was level headed and told me to go to work because I was so upset over my baby. Well, about an hour after I was at work, the hubby calls and tells me that the boy got even worse after I left. I asked how much worse could it have gotten. His response? The 5 yo started swinging at him!! Fists and all!! OMG!
But then, almost 2-3 hours after the anesthesia, like clockwork, it wore off and it was like a switch being flipped. He went from Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jekyll in a blink. From the 'I'm gonna quit this world' drama king Rocky-the-boxer immitation, to 'come play with me, Daddy, let's build a branch line!' fun five year-old.
Needless to say, the whole experience was draining. And I'm so glad it's over. :)
Let me preface the story by telling you about the boy's breakfast routine. Every morning, he gets a glass of chocolate milk and a fruit breakfast bar. Without fail. He loves it. The morning of the dental appointment, he couldn't eat because they were going to use anesthesia. So I tell the hubby to wait until the last possible moment to wake him up, and that way, we'd put him right in the shower, dry/dress, then be walking right out the door to the appoingment, and he'd have no time to think about breakfast. We had to be there for 8:30a. But what does the spousal unit do? He wakes the boy up at 7:00am, and of course the child is ready to go by 7:30ish. So we get to listen to about 30-45 minutes of "Why can't I have a breakfast bar and chocolate milk? Where's my breakfast bar and chocolate milk? I really want a breakfast bar and chocolate milk!"
Ok, so now the story....
Anyway, I was all wound tight about the deal because they were going to have to use anesthesia on him to do the teeth. So, we go in to the pediatric dentist office (which was an awesome place, btw, with televisions on the ceiling over the beds and everything!), and I went in the room where they gave him liquid Versed(sp?) and the nitrous oxide gas. He relaxed and started cracking jokes about the mask making him look like a cat (complete with meow sounds he made), so I was instantly relieved and went to the waiting room at the appropriate time to assure the hubby that all was going to be fine.
About an hour later, they carry him out, he's all groggy at this point. With my help, we all manage to get x-rays of his teeth (he wouldn't let them before - it was a big meltdown moment so we needed to do it while he was 'out of it'). Then the dental assistant told us that the anesthesia would make him emotional and not to feed him until it wears off (about 2 hours).
It was right about then that the 'emotional' started. T_T
He started crying 'I wanna breakfast bar and chocolate milk'. And the volume just got louder and louder and louder. In the car, on the way home, he was kicking his foot (like stomping the ground, only in a car seat), and saying thru gritted teeth 'I want a breakfast bar and chocolate miiiiiiillllllk'. lol Then his head would drop forward, and I'd think he was asleep, only to have him roll it to the side and raise it while steadily getting louder with 'breakfast bar and choocolate miiiiiiilllllk'. That was followed by, 'Oooooh! I'll never have breakfast bar and chocolate milk again!'. lol
So, when we get home, amidst the 'breakfast bar and chocolate milk' tirade, I turned on the tv in the bedroom and I'm holding him in my lap on the bed because they had said not to let him walk because he'd fall down. I was hoping he'd fall asleep while we watched some of his favorite cartoons. But, he's throwing a fit in my arms, struggling to get free, all the time hollering how he wants a breakfast bar and such. This goes on for about 20 minutes (I kept hoping he'd finally succomb to sleep), he's all red in the face and crying. He suddenly throws both arms in the air, turns his face towards the ceiling and says "That's it! I QUIT THIS WORLD!!" o_O LOOOL
Oh, but that's not all. He finally slipped away from me and headed towards the bedroom door saying "I'm running away!" I tried to grab him but he said "Don't touch me! You're pretty, momma, but just don't touch me!!!" lol
Of course, at that time, I was traumatized over the way he was acting. My husband thought the anesthesia had given him brain damage. But, he was level headed and told me to go to work because I was so upset over my baby. Well, about an hour after I was at work, the hubby calls and tells me that the boy got even worse after I left. I asked how much worse could it have gotten. His response? The 5 yo started swinging at him!! Fists and all!! OMG!
But then, almost 2-3 hours after the anesthesia, like clockwork, it wore off and it was like a switch being flipped. He went from Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jekyll in a blink. From the 'I'm gonna quit this world' drama king Rocky-the-boxer immitation, to 'come play with me, Daddy, let's build a branch line!' fun five year-old.
Needless to say, the whole experience was draining. And I'm so glad it's over. :)
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Date: 2010-04-03 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 03:24 am (UTC)Mine was actually ok at two. He's starting to test his independence now, though. We have power plays over things like food - what he will and won't it. It's gotten so bad in some cases, I thought I'd tip right over the edge of sanity. I swear he's going through his 'terrible twos' at the age of 5 lol.
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