Dentist Disaster

Easton's appointment to get his cavity filled was scheduled this morning. Jason took the morning to "work from home" with Dalton so that Easton and I could go to the dentist. NOT the dental school this time.

Well, we get there and they want to try to do x-rays again. Easton cried and moved a little during them last time so they didn't get good pictures. Well this time he was trying to cooperate but the thing he had to bite on kept making him wretch, the poor thing. So they gave up.

Then the dentist (a resident in pediatric dentistry but still a graduate of dental school) came in. She took a peek in his mouth with her mirror and said, "Oh he's got waaaaaaaay more going on in here than just the cavity you're here for."

Exsqueeze me?

She then proceeds to tell me that all the staining he has in between his molars is all cavities and he's going to need lots of work done. My options are to have him drink a sedative, wrap him in a papoose, and get all the work done over at least two visits (both in the future) OR go over to the hospital (again at a future date) and have him put under general anesthesia to have it all done at once. But that we wouldn't be doing anything today.

What!?!? General anesthesia?

She had her little mirror in there and that was it. So I said, "He takes iron, could the staining be from that?" "It looks like more than that." Okay, fine, she didn't have out her poker tool so I asked again, "Is it possible it's not cavities and it's just stained?" "No," she said, "they're cavities."

So, after filling out the paperwork to have them call about the general anesthesia we went home.

I went straight to my computer to find another pediatric dentist. One with experience, although we typically love the Children's Hospital for other specialties.

They were able to get us in that day...but Jason went back to work. No worries. The boys and I drove down there and although the petite 45-ish man with spiky hair and an earring in each ear made me raise my eyebrows, Easton loved it there. He had a blast in the waiting room and when it was his turn he was a superstar. He climbed right up into the chair without even being asked, opened wide and cooperated with everything Dr. Dave asked. Seriously, he was a star 3 year old dental patient if I ever saw one.

But guess what Dr. Dave and his 20 years of experience found?

Nothing.

Nope. Nothing.

Not even the one cavity we were gonna have filled that morning. And especially not the 5 billion cavities we were gonna put E under for.

Good grief!

And he had out his poker tool, poking away. Not finding any "sticks" (which would indicate a cavity if you're lucky enough not to know that). :)

I made E's appointment with him in 6 months. We liked him better anyway. Even if he had said E needed a bunch of work.

When we were done Easton got to pick out a toy. He picked out a green plastic turtle. He carried it and Dalton's Elmo lunchbox allllll around the mall till we met Jason for dinner for his free Red Robin birthday burger. He loves that turtle.