I guess I should start off by saying Kyle is FINE however he once again has bumps, bruises and scratches all over his face! Yesterday, he fell on the play ground while pushing a truck and has scratches on his chin and upper lip. Then when we got home and I started examining him more closely and I found that his upper gum was swollen and his two front teeth were not the same length anymore. Well this sent me over the EDGE! I kept getting Ben to come in and look at him. Kyle definitely did not want us to mess with him. I was scarred to death his tooth was broken. I probably got up 2 dozen times last night to check on him and if he was laying on his back with his mouth open I would shine my tiny book light in. (I know...slightly psychotic!)
I have a fear of dentists...not just the dentist but the whole dental process. I remember being Kyle's age and getting strapped into the chair to have my teeth cleaned. Mom and I were talking this morning and I don't think I have been to the dentist since I was in college when Mom made the appointment for me and I think she actually drove me there. Knock on wood...my teeth are in fairly good shape and I have not had any major problems. But yes I know I need to go have them cleaned.
So this morning when I got to daycare with Kyle I was still having fits about Kyle's mouth and teeth. His teachers were wonderful and were comforting me more than Kyle (who was really more interested in playing with his friends). They recommended I take him to a dentist.... I stopped in my tracks....What? Go to a dentist!?! NO! I can't walk into a place like that!!!! All my fears came washing over me! I honestly got weak in my knees and thought I was going to throw up. But I put on my big girl pants and said "Okay...where do I go?" They recommended Grace's (Kyle's friend) mama's dentist office. I was okay with this. Kyle would be okay seeing Mrs. Karen (Heck, I would be okay seeing Mrs. Karen!) So off I came to work to get him an appointment. The dentist office was so nice and fit him in right away.
We get to the dentist office and I fill out lots of paper work. My hands were shaking SO bad that I honestly had to rewrite my telephone number down twice cause you couldn't read it the first time. They call us right back and then I try to put Kyle in the big blue plastic dentist chair... No dice. He wasn't having it. This entire time I am trying to be the calm encouraging mommy. Then the dentist said "Mom, why don't you get in the chair with Kyle?" OMG!!!! I could feel my knees going weak, the room started spinning....But I knew I had to do this FOR KYLE!
So I did. I got in the chair. I focused on my baby boy who by this time is squirming and wiggling to get down. The dentist was able to get a few looks into his mouth and count his teeth. It seems that Kyle has jammed his tooth UP into his gum. At least it is not broken...but his tooth could discolor and possibly abscess. (I don't want my baby to have a BLACK TOOTH!!) He is going to be on an antibiotic for the trauma and trying to ward off any infections and we are to go back in a week for a follow up.
So we both survived the dentist office this week...Kyle is back at school with the thoughts of the dentist office long gone. And I am still sitting here with weak knees and this lump in my throat.
Now I have to start worrying about having to go back next week....
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