Wednesday, February 09, 2011
the "after" photo
well, he ended up being the champ i was hoping he'd be. what was supposed to be just a routine visit on friday to check on the tooth and meet the children's dentist we'd been referred to ended up being The Visit that he had been waiting for. the dentist was wonderful and she offered to fit us in for the extraction that same day. it was a good thing for me that i didn't have much time to think about it. while we waited, tristan was giddy with excitement, talking non-stop about the tooth fairy, his favorite movies, and how daddy could eat a giant pizza all by himself. when they called his name, he walked to the door by himself, turned to give me a brilliant smile, put his hand in the hygienist's hand and together they disappeared down the hallway.
i was so thankful that i had brought a book with me to read, otherwise i don't know what i would have done with myself for the next 20 minutes. the dentist came to get me when she was through and brought me to the room where he was still laying in the chair with an oxygen mask over his face to "rinse out" the effects of the laughing gas. he was so engrossed with the cartoon that was playing on a tv in the ceiling that he barely even glanced at me. she said that he was wonderful ~ he didn't even flinch, and that it wasn't a difficult extraction, so the pain should be minimal. they gave him all sorts of stickers and little toys along with his tooth in a small blue box to put under his pillow. he had gauze stuffed in his mouth to control the bleeding, so he couldn't talk to me until about 15 minutes later when we arrived at the mcdonald's drive thru window and i handed him an ice cream cone.
he said it didn't hurt at all, he said the laughing gas didn't make him feel like laughing, it made him feel like laying down, and he kept craning his neck to catch his reflection in the rear view mirror, smiling like crazy in order to admire the gap in his teeth. he never once complained of pain, even when the numbing wore off, though i got a little paranoid that evening and gave him motrin before bed "just in case." the next morning he came into our room at 5:30am, holding his little blue box, saying "guys! guys! the tooth fairy gotfor (forgot) to take my tooth box!" i sleepily told him to go in the bathroom, turn the light on and open the box. he did and both josh and i chuckled when we heard him softly exclaim, "WOOOOOW!" he got $1 from the tooth fairy ( i've heard the going rate is closer to $5, but i figure we've got a lot of years and a lot of loose teeth in our future, so we thought we'd stick with something we wouldn't go bankrupt over) and the next morning he went out with daddy and bought a donut with sprinkles on it.
he looks so much older with his tooth gone. WAY too old for my liking, but i have to admit that it is rather cute. he has a bit of a lisp now when he says his "s's" and he hasn't gotten tired of admiring his new smile in the mirror. yes, it happened 2 years too early, but at least he won't get his gargantuan permanent teeth in for awhile.