Princess C-W went to the dentist after school today. We whizzed up the hill in a topless Maria, Radio 2 blaring and one of us cursing spectacularly at granny drivers and pedestrians who got in the way. A neat little 3point turn and we were parked up with five minutes in hand.
Walking in to the surgery I asked whether she wanted me to come in with her or, being as she is going to secondary school in about two months and therefore all grown-up, would she like to go in solo? As the door swung behind us her small voice said 'Come in.'
All booked in with the receptionist I sent Pr.C-W off to brush her teeth and settled back with a newspaper to update myself on current events. Fortunately our dentist's surgery is 'quite nice' (even if he is only 15) and so read The Times editorial about the police handling of the Raoul Moat rather than the hysterical puffery of The Sun. Barely started flicking through when time was upon us and we sallied forth into the Dr. John's room. He and the nurse looked at me slightly oddly but quite frankly what a 15 yo and a grumpy nurse think is of little concern to me and with just a few minutes I was glad she had let me come in.
Bcause let me tell you people I am loving that my girl was sufficiently brave and did not bite Dr. John's thumb when he jammed the socking great big needle into her gum; cannot say I was so restrained once upon a time. (In fact one of us in that room had to be sedated as a child as the dentist doing the drilling got bitten twice and loaded his own thumb with Novocaine three times.) I watched as she lay there with tears rolling down to her ears and trying to keep still, her fingers gripping the sides of the seat tight. I forgave Dr. John his pain-inflicting actions when he reached for a tissue and dried my girl's tears.
Walking in to the surgery I asked whether she wanted me to come in with her or, being as she is going to secondary school in about two months and therefore all grown-up, would she like to go in solo? As the door swung behind us her small voice said 'Come in.'
All booked in with the receptionist I sent Pr.C-W off to brush her teeth and settled back with a newspaper to update myself on current events. Fortunately our dentist's surgery is 'quite nice' (even if he is only 15) and so read The Times editorial about the police handling of the Raoul Moat rather than the hysterical puffery of The Sun. Barely started flicking through when time was upon us and we sallied forth into the Dr. John's room. He and the nurse looked at me slightly oddly but quite frankly what a 15 yo and a grumpy nurse think is of little concern to me and with just a few minutes I was glad she had let me come in.
Bcause let me tell you people I am loving that my girl was sufficiently brave and did not bite Dr. John's thumb when he jammed the socking great big needle into her gum; cannot say I was so restrained once upon a time. (In fact one of us in that room had to be sedated as a child as the dentist doing the drilling got bitten twice and loaded his own thumb with Novocaine three times.) I watched as she lay there with tears rolling down to her ears and trying to keep still, her fingers gripping the sides of the seat tight. I forgave Dr. John his pain-inflicting actions when he reached for a tissue and dried my girl's tears.
Brave girl!
ReplyDeleteWhat a brave brave girl. How hard was that to watch, much less go through??!!
ReplyDeleteOooh, isn't it awful to watch your child in pain? We have a very cool dentist who gives painles novo shots. I asked him once what his secret is (having had many painful shots in the past) and he said it's all in how long they take to give the shot. He takes forever. If they just go s-l-o-w it hurts SO much less!
ReplyDeleteAwww, hope the pain passed quickly for you both. xxx
ReplyDeletePoor girl, lovely that she wanted you still go with her too!
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ReplyDeletePoor brave girl!
Ooh this post made me sad. And a bit nervous too as I'm taking my youngest to the dentist in a couple of hours!
ReplyDeleteAiy, yai, yai! Congrats to both you brave lasses for getting through this. Little J's first ever dentist appointment is today at tooth-hurty in the afternoon. That's me, punning over appointment times. Wish us luck!
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