What, me panic?

Okay, if you've read my post yesterday, and read my earlier dentist visit post, you'll enjoy this. If you missed it, you might wanna refer to it here.
The plan was that BOTH Cap & I would take JR to the oral surgeon today, to have his half-missing, half rotted molar removed. (Gotta love the fact that Russian children in orphanages are given bottles of sweetened tea instead of formula or milk) beginning at 4 months old (or earlier for all we know)! This time CAP would get to witness the scene - I was going merely for "I-told-you-so" purposes (well not really, but it makes for a better story).

I barely slept last night, just thinking about our last visit, and what this one would be like.

First of all, not once did he ask for breakfast. He was more concerned with getting his Ginger-Ale (a.k.a. SODA!!) to drink at 7:00.

The three of us got in the car at 8:30 and began our trip over. He was not in the least bit nervous, and quite happy & co-operative. Hmmmm.

When they called us in, all three of us followed to the room. The hygienist pointed out that normally the Dentist only allows one parent to wait with a child and apologized that one of us would need to leave. Well that was all I needed to hear - I got up before she even finished the sentence and ready to bolt, when she added "but you can both hang around til he comes in, and if you have questions, you can ask him before you leave". Argh! Did she have to be so accommodating? I was NOT looking forward to this 3-ring circus! But, since I didn't want to appear unsympathetic, I sat back down. The hygienist quickly returned with his cup of happy serum and asked if he had any previous experiences with Versed Syrup. I told her he did, and that it "didn't work as advertised". She said it varies, but they'd monitor him to see how quickly it worked. I couldn't wait for them to tell me I could step out. Just thinking about our last visit made me want to ask for a dose myself... At least Cap would see how crazy it makes him.. Or not.

Within 5 minutes he was yawning, and saying stuff like "my tongue doesn't feel like my regular tongue". By 8 minutes he was talking V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y, and closing his eyes. I wanted to ask them where MY son was, and who this impostor was, sitting quietly in the chair! Two minutes later the Dentist came in and told us we'd both have to leave. Ah, he must have read his chart and got the report from the referring dentist, and he figured he didn't want either of us around when the kid starting swinging from the ceiling fan!

We retreated to the waiting room and I waited for the first scream. And I waited, and I waited. When the hygienist called us not 20 minutes later, I was sure it was to ask us to take our wild child home. Instead, she told us he was better than 99% of the young children who have the same procedure done, and was waiting for us in the recovery area. The dentist came in and said he did great, and was already trying to stand up. They wanted him to stay around for at least a half hour so they be sure he wasn't bleeding too much, and not showing any adverse affects... "What? No yelling, or refusing to sit down, or open his mouth, or ANYTHING?" I thought to myself. How can this be??

And then we spotted JR. Lying down with a wad of gauze in his mouth. When he saw us he took it out and tried to sit up. He was like a little drunken soldier, slurred speech, involuntary movements, shifty eyes, absolutely no co-ordination. I wish I had brought my camera because I would have taken a video of the poor guy.

We ended up staying about 40 minutes, then he sprung us. Cap carried him to the van, and when he got in, he asked if he could call LTD to tell him all about it. When that was done, he asked if we could stop at Grammies house to show her the tooth (yes, he actually asked if he could bring it home for the tooth fairy - before he even made it to the recovery area.) Since Grammies house isn't far from the dentist, we stopped by. The visit lasted not 5 minutes. He was fine - just a little wobbly, but then without any notice he just started crying, saying it hurt. So we quickly left and stopped at Walgreen's down the road from her place, to grab some Tylenol. He took it, but still cried on and off. Finally, I asked him WHERE it hurt. Not his tooth, but his stomach! Then I realized he likely just nauseated, so started to look for something for him "just in case". I was gonna use the plastic bag from Walgreen's, but noticed a small hole in. Cap shoved the dogs water bowl in my hand and I handed it to JR. All the way home he sat quietly with the water bowl under his face, not saying a word. Until that is, that we pulled into the driveway when he exclaimed "I didn't even have to throw up in the Dog's bowl!".

After some scrambled eggs he was fine, and has since chowed down a Smoothie from Wendy's and a Zucchini muffin. So far, so good. Seems he'll be fine and ready for the Men & Boys camping trip tomorrow! As for me, I'm still trying to convince Cap that the child he saw today, was definitely not OUR child - or at least not the child that I took to the dentist back in May. Something tells me I'm not gonna live this one down for awhile...