I'm sitting in the waiting room. The BIG family waiting area at Abington Hospital waiting for my 6 year old super star to come out of surgery.
Yes. You probably have heard me OFTEN talk about his dental issues on facebook or twitter. And today I went to Instagram sharing shots of my little dude.
I can't believe this has been something we've been struggling with for TWO YEARS now. The first time we visited the dentist even a big green monster couldn't help Boston.
I seriously can't stand it.
There is a major part of me that is SO MAD at myself for passing those genetics along to him. And then the other part of me is angry that I waited till that kid was 4 to visit the dentist for the first time. And by then - it was a disaster.
He would never sit still for any of the dentists. They tried everything from laughing gas, to 'happy juice'. Ugh. He's petrified. And I feel like it's all my fault.
There are a few things in my life that I'm not proud of. And my horrific fear & experiences with dentistry is one of them.
He is so tough. So strong. So special. So full of strength that I can't even imagine if either of my kids ever had a life threatening disease. I sit here worrying about his ultimate outcome. And I look around the room. So many older adults playing on their smartphones. Watching their faces as they pluck their fingers around their tiny screens.
Then I see moms. And families. And I can't help but wonder what they're doing here. I can't even imagine if I had to sit here while a child of mine was going through something so much bigger than having a tooth pulled.
OR THREE OF THEM.
Yes. He's having three teeth removed.
My poor little dude.