Dentist visit number three. And, I remember why I say after every appointment "daddy is going to bring you next time."
She is all good, strong and brave until it’s actually time for the cleaning. She clams up and will not open her mouth…despite bribes and more.
After a not-so-fun visit and teeth cleaning, she was still rewarded with her two coins for the "prize machine" which is much like a gumball machine.
She put her coin in the first one, and it wouldn’t turn. A nice little girl got her coin out and she put it in another machine. Success. She got a silly little plastic helmet.
She put her second coin in a third machine. She couldn’t get it to turn.
In a move that couldn’t have been coordinated if attempted, I reached and tried to turn the handle. At that very same instant she put her finger on the coin to try to get it out. And, during that time, I turned her finger into the coin machine slot.
She screamed. Immediately, I knew what happened.
I had no idea it was so bad. I thought it was just a pinch.
Not so much.
She was screaming. Screaming. As I’ve got all of our stuff in my arms, and now her while trying to put pressure under it to take away the pain, I ask for ice. I showed the receptionist.
She took her sweet time.
Now, I’ve got a screaming, bleeding child in my arms and other parents are trying to figure out what is going on. "What’s taking so long?" "Did they get her some ice?"
Seriously, this is a dentist office. They have access to this, right?
Finally, several minutes later, the ice and band-aids arrive.
And, the other receptionist asks "which machine was it so I can clean it?"
Excuse me? "Um…yeah, I don’t know, I’m more concerned about my daughter’s finger and if she needs stitches. Maybe you can clean them all!"
It took her half of the drive home to calm down…and then she was nothing but stoic. She didn’t even want a band-aid this morning because "it isn’t bleeding and it doesn’t hurt."
Check it out one day later. Her poor little finger. And, of course, I feel like crap because it wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t turning it.
So, back to my original thought, next time, daddy takes her to the dentist.