lucy + dentist {bad, bad mix}

First of all,
to all of you nay-sayers regarding my reference
to us being DONE adopting
in my last post,
I have made note of each of you and you will be blocked
from my blog.

Just kiddin'.

But you are on probation.

And we ARE done adopting.
Mark my words.
You can vow to say, "I told you so" in the future if you want.

But you won't be saying it.

Because we are so done.

Now, let's move on.

I feel the need to tell you about my night on Saturday night.
Not sure if I will or not right at this moment.
I need to figure out whether it's really all that blog-worthy.

Do you see?
Do you see why I can't handle any more children?
My brain no longer functions well.

While I'm figuring that out,
I will tell you about Lucy's dentist appointment this morning.

Or lack thereof.

Ahem.

Bless my lil' dumplin's heart...she's had bad teeth from the get-go.
She had a lot of dental work done
IN the hospital under complete sedation when she was
about 3 years old.
It was awful.

There's nothing worse than seeing your child
in a hospital bed.
Even for minor procedures.

So anyway,
she had her first cleaning at a real dentist a while back.
By real dentist,
I mean...not a pediatric dentist.
Those people are whacky.
And by whacky I mean...only people who are completely nuts
could work with little children and their teeth all day long.
And act joyful about it.

Something ain't right with people like that.

Oh yes, but there's all that money.

Ok, back to my story.

At Lucy's latest cleaning the dentist
(who is joyful but not in a fairy-princess-crazy-person kind of way)
said that Lucy most definitely had two cavities
right smack on her front two teeth.

And probably elsewhere but since she wouldn't let them do
x-rays...well, one could only guess.

So I debated back and forth as to whether to get them filled
or not since she will be losing those teeth...but when?

I finally caved (insert crazy-person decision) and made the appointment.
She was oh-so-brave until the dentist started talking to her.
How dare he.

Things spiraled completely out of control right then and there.

Crying.

Thrashing.

Panic.

The dentist said,

"Wow."

Actually, it was more like,

"Wwwwooow."

Yes he did.
He said that.

But thankfully he made the decision that it just wasn't going to happen.
And told us it was ok to put it off a little bit longer in hopes
of the darn things loosening up,
falling out, and us living happily ever after.




And this, my friends, is reason #5,986 that we won't be adopting again.



Tell ya about Saturday night later.