I should have known when I ran out of eye liner after only doing one eye that this was going to be a stellar day. I should have just turned around and gone back to bed.
My son has a tooth that is facing the wrong way. If all the other teeth are pointing down...it is pointing out. It is a permanent tooth so we have been to several different dentists and orthodontists to figure out what to do. Months ago we made an appointment with my son's dentist to fill a filling that needed to be taken care of and while my son was numb he was going to take the baby tooth out that is next to the affected tooth to hopefully give it room to come down properly. We had gone over it everyone was on the same page.
So, yesterday when the office called to remind me of the appointment and the receptionist said to me we were scheduled for an extraction and a filling I thought we were all on the same page.
My son went back to the dentist chair. I waited in the waiting room with my daughter. There was no yelling there was no struggle and a few minutes later out he came saying "All done." I looked at the dentist confused, I said Are you serious? Wow, that was fast! I asked if the tooth came out really easy because my son was not crying or agitated and if someone pulls a tooth out of your head that isn't ready to come out there are going to be tears, there just are. The dentist said Oh, I saw that on the record but I forgot. FORGOT. Months of planning and he FORGOT!!!
My son is now at the point that I didn't want to get to thus the months of planning....FULL FREAK OUT MODE. He is panicked, he is crying, he is mad and screaming. Every emotion he can have, except the good ones, is going through his body. He is adamant that he is not going back in that chair. We step outside and I call my husband who is equally as upset as I am that the entire operation has been blown by incompetence. After getting calmed back down we walk back into the office. I explain to him that we are leaving. The dentist says let me talk to him and I explained to my son that it was ok. He wasn't going to pull the tooth, I just didn't want my son to now hate dentists.
I left the room to allow for the two of them to talk privately but when it was taking way too long I walked back over to the room and stood where neither of them could see me. I listened as this man guilted my son telling him that since his mother couldn't get it done that his father would have to take a day off from work to bring him back in to get the tooth pulled and with that I took my son.
I was angry.
I get in the car and the phone rings it is a friend that is calling to check and see how the extraction went. I relay to her the story and my son quietly from the back seat says that's not all he said mommy. I said what else did he say? He told me that he didn't realize I was a bad kid. A bad kid. My straight A, never gets into trouble, prays for sports players safety any time he watches a sport, animal loving kid. Bad? NO!!!
I'm more angry.
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