Friday, September 01, 2006
The Suck of the Tooth Fairy
I took James to the Dentist yesterday to have the second tooth in a week removed and his front tooth fixed.
I hate going to the dentist. Needles freak me mind out beyond. Needles coming near my FACE and my adorable, soft cheeks? Well...it isn't pretty my friends, no, not at all.
I suppose the only decent thing about going is that my dentist now prescribes me 10 Valium before each visit because he never wants to have the "Loralee + Needles+ Drills- Medication=Why the hell does this woman have to be MY client" experiece again. Ever.
Needless to say, taking my children to the dentist is a bit difficult for me. You have to stay calm, reassuring and "See? That isn't so bad!", when the sound of the drill makes you nauseated and your nipples hard with fear.
Yes. My nipples get hard with fear sometimes. I'm not really sure why that is, exactly. It's actually odd that I even notice because...duh...I'm scared at the time. Something else to focus on I suppose. Actually, I should be glad that my nipples can get hard at all because, as everyone knows, inverted nipples are a sign of inflammatory breast cancer and...
What?
Shut the hell up?
FINE. See if I ever talk to you about my nipples again, you bastard.
Where was I?
Oh, dental fear.
As you can see, remaining calm for my children is quite difficult. James had work on his front tooth (It hurt him quite a bit) and he had to have a tooth pulled and that SUCKED to watch, my friends. The dentist didn't think that he needed any anesthetic, so we didn't use any. It wasn't as easy as he thought it would be.
So, there I am, my anxiety is killing me. I am not on any medication for it because...well...just because. Times like this? I MISS IT.
I am not great in medical situations. I want to be a loving, gushing mom. I USED to be this kind of mom. Since Matthew died, I find myself snappy and impatient with my children when they are hurt and I have no control over it or the ability to stop it.
James is like me and makes everything into a production. I finally snapped at him to stop throwing a dramatic fit. Uh, HELLO? THIS IS THE POT. I AM CALLING YOU BLACK.
It was finally over.
I took James home and fussed over him (Now, THAT I am freaking GREAT at!).
He lost his first tooth he lost this week and then couldn't find the tooth he lost today.
James and Christopher disagree on the tooth fairy. Christopher thinks it is bunk but James insists on playing along. LIsten to their audio commentary on it HERE
So, he wrote the toothfairy a letter and put it under his pillow.
Guess who fell asleep in her clothes on the couch before putting money under his pillow?
I want to strangle the Tooth Fairy today.
Wench.