Well, we are off to The USA in a few weeks and we all need to get our teeth looked at before we go. My wife had 3 teeth fixed last week and my son had one small tooth pulled as well but he needed to go back for 2-3 more! Our appointment was for Tuesday but Uncle Alexis had to cancel at the last minute. Tuesday night my son woke me up, teeth were hurting him. Medicine and me getting him back to bed he was OK til the next day.
Wednesday night, more pain and Ibuprofen wasn't working, neither was the special mouth wash we had.
Thursday I get a call from school, he is crying in pain. My wife picks him up and heads to the dentist, I follow. Doggone it I held his hand through several injections and him screaming as Uncle Alexis pulled his tooth out. It was a tooth that had long, deep roots and it was painful. As much as it hurt my son it hurt me SO MUCH seeing him go through that. While I feel so blessed that he refused to have anything done to him till I arrived, I wish that I had not seen it.
My brother in law, the dentist, said that no grown up man could have taken it as well as my 7 year old son did. He was amazed. I was amazed also.
We both got back home and drank cold drinks, I changed his bandages a few times and I got meds from the pharmacy for him. Not to mention, I'm sick and could barely walk for most of the day but as a parent, you force yourself to stand even when you can't. For your children. So as I fell to the couch I told him that I needed a hug and I wanted him to lay with me for just a minute so that I could feel better.
Three hours later...
We BOTH go back next Tuesday.