Thursday, February 28, 2008

Day at the Dentist

Yesterday I had to take Madisen to the Dentist. During her appointment Kailey and I waited in the waiting room. It’s such a small clinic and with having a sleepy 9 month old it wasn’t a good idea, for us all to be in the back the whole time. Here we sat in this tiny waiting room full of people. Kailey was trying to do homework, so I was trying not to talk to her. I hate sitting with nothing to do in such a confined area. The whole situation is just awkward to me. I don’t want to just sit and stare at the person in front of me. If you barely glance at them too long they instantly give some weird look, it's really uncomfortable. So then I try my darnedest not to look their way, which makes it even harder. (What do you do?) I hung my head and stared at the floor a while. I realized then I really need new shoes, a nap, the floor could really use some cleaning, and I feel like some depressed fool looking down so long. So I looked up for a while checking out those around, and stare at the wall and read what little signs are posted. Knowing I can’t read Spanish and I’ve read all the others so much I could repeat them by memory, I sat in boredom. Every five minutes felt like hours until the silence was broken and they called me. Thank goodness the torture was over so I could go home. She was such a big girl. This time they didn’t have to hold her down to clean her teeth. She didn’t even cry about having x-rays, it was wonderful. From the way she cried all week leading up to her appointment, I was pleasantly surprised. Turns out she’ll have to have one big appointment at the hospital at a later date. I think in the meantime I'm not going to tell her to avoid the anxiety and I will go buy some new shoes and a good book.


  1. My favorite stories are the ones that end with buying new shoes! Glad you got through that. We need to take Peanut to her first dental appointment soon.

  2. I hate waiting with strangers like that'! By the time I think maybe of striking up a conversation or something out of boredom, it's been to long and it's even more awkward.

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  3. I do the same thing. Stare at the floor, act like I'm talking to my kid, stare at the ceiling. You'd think they would have magazines or something to keep one busy. And then I'm relieved they call us in.

  4. Crud, I hope the "one big appointment at the hospital" turns out well.


    I hate it when my kids see me scared, too!


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