When you simply ask "WHY MY CHILD, LORD!?" Clayton was scheduled for dental work in the O.R. this morning. Has to be done that way since he won't let the dentist near his mouth for any good length of time. Brian's been snowed under, so I left Jackson with my mom and took Clayton to the hospital by myself. As soon as we sat down in the waiting room the crying started. Slow at first, then all out screaming and sobbing. I held him, I rocked him, I sang to him, we called Daddy, nothing worked. And to make matters worse, the waiting room was packed with crazies that seem to come out of the woodwork at that hospital. He literally cried and screamed for two hours straight. "DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!!!" "NO!" I felt so horrible. I just wanted to break down and cry myself! And I would've if it wouldn't have upset him more . . . He just kept saying "I want to get in the van!" And all I could do was say I wanted to get in the van too!!! A well-meaning nurse said "oh, is he having a bad morning?" I was like, "um, he was having a fine and dandy morning until we showed up at this place!" Don't they understand that he's sick and tired and SCARED of all the crap he has to go through!!?? His anxiety goes through the roof in pre-op and all I can do is watch him wheel off to the O.R. helpless. Over and over again we have to do this and it's not getting easier. Getting extremely harder in fact. But what do you do?????????????
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I'm sorry, it brought tears to my eyes just reading this our kids shouldn't have to go through this it's not fair! I hope and pray everything went good and he is home where I'm sure you both are happy to be!
Oh Ashley, you remain in my prayers!
My heart aches for you, but the Lord will make you able to bear it!
Bless his heart...and yours. Sounds rough. As for what to do, now that Clayton is older, never underestimate the power of the bribe. I hear all the best parents use it. I once straightened up at the dentist after the promise of a new fishing pole.
I am sorry that Clayton had a tough wait and hope that the procedure and recovery was much easier on both of you. It's so much harder to see our children suffer than to do the suffering ourselves. I hope this is the last procedure he has for a good long while!
Our poor little man! How are things today?
I'm so sorry. Is there any way they could prescribe him some anti-anxiety medicine to take BEFORE he even gets there? They give it to him once he's there--why not in pill form in morning. Just a thought!
This just breaks my heart. The poor guy...and poor you.
These kinds of days are rough! It just seems so unfair! Our kids go through so much already and some days it just seems to keep on coming. UGH.
I pray that the procedure went well and he did OK with the recovery and getting back home.
Awww...poor little dude. I can't imagine how difficult that must be for you, too. I hate going to the dentist, too, so Clayton has some company in that arena. ((hug))
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