And this is why you go to the dentist alone

Going to the dentist isn’t one of those things people usually look forward to-the poking, the prodding, the look of disdain on the dental hygenist’s face when you “roughly estimate” how many times you floss each week…it’s just not necessarily a comfortable experience. You have to sit there with your mouth open while weird tools are stuck in there, and did you ever notice that the hygenists seem to carry on conversations with you as if you might actually be in the position to respond?

 

The weird thing about me (or one of them) is that I LOVE the dentist. I always have. But since I became a mom, this is like a soulful retreat to me. Just hear me out: I am required, for an entire half hour, to lie down in a relatively comfortable chair. My dentist provides pillows, and there I sit the entire time in peace and quiet. I cannot get up. Someone else is taking care of me. Would I like a spray of water? Sure. What flavor toothpaste would you like today, Katie? Well, cinnamon of course! While there,  I cannot provide small children snacks. I cannot break up fights over the remote control. And the main reason for that, my friends, is that MY CHILDREN ARE NOT THERE!

 

Until last week, this was my impression of the dentist. Once every six months, I would charge right in there with a huge smile on my face and tell them to take their ever loving time, because this mama needed a break. Except, unfortunately, dentists don’t ONLY provide cleanings. Last week I had to experience one of the less pleasant services they offered which was an emergency repairing of the cap on a lower front tooth. If you’re interested, my brother knocked that sucker out when I was nine by elbowing me in the face on the way up the stairs to eat chicken wings. I had no chicken wings that night. I suppose it’s water under the bridge since it was 25 years ago and I don’t even eat chicken anymore, but I am still a little salty about it. So anyway, that cap lasted me a good long time until I decided to have yogurt for breakfast one day, and somehow it chipped while I was spooning it into my mouth. You gotta watch out for that yogurt, folks.

I called my dentist to see when they might be able to fit me in, and much to my surprise they had an appointment that very afternoon. I considered this only briefly, as I had the kids with me, however, my vanity took precedence over lack of childcare, and I decided I was not walking around with a chipped tooth for more than 24 hours if I could help it.

Because I’m an incredibly smart and organized parent, I packed the ipad, some crayons, and some snacks for my children in hopes that they would sit quietly during this process. The dentist and his assistant did not seem to mind that I had my cute cherubs in tow, as they are also patients of his, and they usually come well behaved to their appointments.

I got both kids settled: Ella was in a rolly chair in the corner watching an inappropriate show that I know would keep her occupied for a long amount of time. Harrison found a spot under a table in the hallway to color. Then, I settled myself in the nice chair and let them start getting to work. I’m a big baby, so they had to start with some Novacane. Once I was reasonably numb and drooling, Dr. Andrews started his work. There was some drilling, and some maneuvering, and some placing of  objects in my mouth to which I didn’t really pay attention. After all, I was all relaxed in my quiet place. And then, I hear my son come up to the dentist and say, “Dr. Andrews, do you have a blue crayon?” For the love of everything good, this child interrupted a man fixing my face to ask him for a crayon. I was mortified. My children mortify me a lot but not usually when I have a mouth full of dental tools and the lack of use of the left side of my face. My eyes got scary big and I glared at my child. I could hear the assistant giggle. She sent Harrison off to the reception desk to find a blue crayon. I didn’t hear from him again. Everyone got composed once again and focused on the task at hand. The dentist was literally just about to put the tooth stuff on to make my tooth whole again (plaster? cement? I have no idea what they use) when all of a sudden, a huge crash came from the corner of the room. A rolly chair went flying against the wall, a flash of pink soared above our heads, and screaming ensued. It turns out that the flash of pink was my ipad, which Ella had launched when she somehow managed to fall out of her chair. Everyone jumped up and was in a flurry about my poor child falling–except me. Seriously, guys. She falls all.the.time. I looked at them all and was like, “What? She’ll get up.” But actually me and my mouthful of dental equipment had to get up and put my child right side up again before anyone would proceed. She was scared out of her mind, I was annoyed, and the dentist was probably worried about liability. After she settled herself down (on the floor this time; chairs were out of the question), we were back in business.

The dentist was so out of sorts that he kept looking over at my kid to make sure she wasn’t going to have another accident. I do not know how he managed to complete the process of fixing my tooth, but he did, and we were out of there. I’m sure the entire staff was happy to see us go. But not before one more accident.

At the checkout counter, I was paying a somewhat reasonable cost for this endeavor, when the nice lady behind the desk pointed to a box of stickers and told my children that they could each have one. Not being exactly calm or polite, both kids reached for the cardboard box at once, causing all of the stickers to unravel on their rolls all through the waiting area.

“Oh my God.” I yelled. “DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING ELSE.”

My children thought that several spools of runaway stickers were hilarious. The receptionists were ready to go home and have a glass of wine. I still couldn’t feel my face and here I was crawling around on the floor chasing stickers.

I no longer know if I can ever consider the dentist a sanctuary, but I do know that I will not make an appointment when I do not have a sitter for my kids!

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Author: livefromtimeout

When I'm not refereeing my two children, I like to workout and drink wine. But not at the same time. Teaching happens to be my vocation and my passion.

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