I’m taking Drama Girl to the oral surgeon in a few minutes to get an extra tooth removed. Yes, apparently an extra teeny-tiny tooth has formed in her mouth, out of sight; it came up when we had an x-ray taken after she fell and chipped the back of a tooth a few months ago. The extra tooth isn’t causing any problems now, and may never cause a problem, but it’s best if it comes out. Geez, my kids’ teeth are showing some wacky growing patterns. Who knew?
In preparation for this minor procedure, DG’s been asking a lot about the laughing gas she’ll take. What if she doesn’t fall asleep? What does it feel like? Should she just laugh inside her head, or can she laugh out loud? What if she laughs so hard the dentist can’t get her tooth out?
I never thought I’d have to explain nitrous oxide (or make stuff up) for three days in a row. This morning she was worried about the dentist not being funny enough to make her laugh. Now, that I thought was hilarious.
Update a short time later:
Well, no procedure after all of that — no kidding.
We got to the surgeon’s office and everyone was ready to start (this is pre-hooking up the laughing gas) when I happened to mention that I did not end up giving what The Ex and I thought was an optional Valium pill to DG before we arrived. The doctor said, “What? Why not? The laughing gas isn’t enough.” I explained that we heard his pre-op instructions to mean that, if DG was feeling anxious about the procedure, we could give the pill to her to help her calm down before we got there. Apparently my extensive description of proper laughing gas etiquette worked because DG was pretty much ok with the whole thing — hence, no pill needed. Or so I thought.
Doc: “Oh, no. We talked about it being used in combination with the gas.”
Oh no we didn’t.
Doc: “What does it say on the envelope [containing the pill]?”
Me: “It doesn’t say anything…I guess I should have called to double check.”
(God, I hate when I apologize or take the blame to make other people feel better. Stupid! It just comes out before I can stop myself.)
He looked at me like I had two heads and responded in a way that seemed (to me) like I was pushing for him to go ahead and do the procedure anyway. “It would be too much for her with only the gas,” he said a second time. I agreed with him a second time. I get it, doc, okay??! You think I want my kid to be in pain?!
Good thing I mentioned this in the first place because no one bothered to ask us whether she had taken the pill at all!
Anyway, next week I’ll take a day off of work to take her in all properly valiumed up.
After we left the doctor’s office, The Ex told me that he had heard exactly what I did when we received the instructions a few weeks ago. Phew. I’m not losing my mind after all. Maybe my sense of humor, but not my mind.