Give that child some Gas

I knew Yesterday was gong to be an adventure....because Regan was dreading the dentist so much she had already cried several times in anticipation. I could not get it into the child's head that she would not actually feel the tooth beng pulled.

She is always apprehensive and hysterical, and I just keep hoping that as she gets older it will happen less......but my hoping is wearing thin.

Well we head to Dr. Braden's office and the first thing that happens is they get out a swab of jelly stuff to numb her gums.....and she breaks into hysterical sobs. My friend Cheryl who works there just stares at me kind of baffled...no one had even touched her yet. Dr, Braden pokes his head in and says...let's give her some laughing gas to help her relax (ummmmmm, can I have some too?).

If I would have known she would be so ridiculous over a swab of numbing gel, I would have gotten a Xanax in her for preparation. It becomes very clear that I will be staying in with her through the whole procedure. I tried to hang out near the window and watch cars casually through the Bamboo shades and play on my Iphone quietly....nope. I end up in a half-nelson straddled across her on the chair til the gas takes effect.

Can I just tell you......Regan on laughing gas is hysterical! She kept calling Dr. Braden...."Phil" (his name is John). Saying things like "Phil, what are you doing now?" and "Phil, I can't feel my legs", and "Phil, can you get my mom to stop laughing she is making my tummy shake."

Then after gas.....three injections into the gums.....and finally the moment the tooth was pulled.

Yes, hysterical screaming/sobbing (waking the dead) again....even under gas.

Dr. Braden made a notation in her chart that all future dental procedures she be put completely out for.

Thanks, Phil