Tuesday, April 19, 2005

The boy's teeth

So yesterday I took Kieran to the dentist. His two front top teeth were very loose and he wouldn't let me pull them. We noticed one of the adult teeth coming through the gums above the baby tooth so we decided it might be good to go to the dentist.

Kieran was VERY upset about the whole denitst thing. He was terrified he would be hurt. So they gave him the fun gas but even the mask freaked him out. The dentist spent 10 minutes explaining to him that the mask won't hurt him but he wasn't buying it. 40 minutes later, they got the mask on him, the first shot done and started to wiggle the tooth. He screamed bloody murder so I left the room. I coudn't handle hearing him like that. They gave him a second numbing shot and then pulled the tooth. He screamed again and swore it hurt.

He had another tooth next to the one they pulled that needed to come out because it had an absess. The absess is from an accident he had when he was 4 which killed the baby tooth. It wasn't very loose at all so I was worried. They tried to talk him into letting them pull it but he refused. I decided that we did not want to come back and go through this ordeal again so I shamelessly bribed the child into trying again. I promised him a Star Wars lego toy and a new bike. He agreed and there was much crying but they got it out (of course this was after they gave him yet another numbing shot which he ripped out of his mouth - the dentist was not happy with him).

He was very proud when we left the office almost 2 hours later. They gave him a cool little plastic tooth holder and all sorts of stickers. We went immediately to Wal-Mart and got the lego toy but they were out of his bike. So he took a rain check on the bike with the understanding that he would get Burger King for lunch. Ah the many joys of parenting....

The tooth fairy came later that night:

7 Comments:

Blogger chefgirl74 said...

Well, after many years of thinking that I was Kieran's real father, I'm afraid that I may not be. You see, I love going to the dentist. In fact, I'd rather go to the dentist than to a museum. So, now it's quite clear that I am not Kieran's dad. I guess it's Jason after all

4:30 PM  
Blogger Ashley said...

LOL, oh Auntie Sara... you silly girl you. :)

8:05 AM  
Blogger Memere Kitty said...

A new bike!?!

You're setting way to high a standard for bribes!

What'll the next bribe have to be -- a trip to Disney World?

1:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too bad you couldn't get Kieran to steal some dental mementos for his Aunt Steffi.

That picture of him holding his tooth fairy money looks like he's about to go out and score a nickel bag of meth. (I'm hooked on that show "Intervention.")

Lovin' this blogging thing!

6:08 PM  
Blogger Memere Kitty said...

Pop said to tell you we each have a couple of loose teeth.

7:28 PM  
Blogger Ashley said...

One of the teeth, the less loose one, HAD to come out. It was urgent so yeah, I bribed the kid. But we were planning on buying him a bike anyway since he has outgrown his. I just agreed that would be the day we'd buy it if he would let them pull it.

He only cared about the $6 star wars lego toy, really. He got that and is totally satisfied. Hasn't asked about the bike yet.

5:31 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

That must be a rich little tooth fairy to leave Five dollars! and a bike later. must be nice. I remember the first time I left harrison two dollars under a pillow. I nearly cried and called my mom I was so upset when I pulled his first tooth. We tried every tactic including me making him put a rag in his mouth and "bite and shake it like a dog, harrison!". He was laughing so hard we accomplished nothing. Later that day he was turning up every pillow in the house looking for more "monies". We just signed up for full dental insurance so his time is coming. What's bad for us is Uncle Chuck is the dentist, so he will have stories to tell other family members of his bad nephew.

glad you got through it, guess you needed a stress bath after!
amy :)

8:32 AM  

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