This was my son’s first time at the dentist. It started off really good. Logan sat in the chair all by himself. He allowed the hygienist to put the famous paper towel and clip thingy on him without a fight. Then she said she was going to attempt to take an X-Ray…my first thought was “Good luck lady…you don’t know my son.” I didn’t have high hopes for my child to sit still while holding a piece of “paper” in his mouth, while left alone in a room all by himself (because as most of you know who have had an X-Ray no one is allowed in the room while the X-Ray is taken. I swear it was like watching a comedy show…the hygienist would ask Logan to bite down on the “paper,” he’d bite down, then immediately open his mouth. She then said, “No keep biting it.” Oh, he bit it, again and again and again. It was too funny. I decided to step in and help. I told Logan to bite the “paper” like he was biting one of his tickets (notice the reference to TRAINS). Low and behold, she was able to get X-Rays of his top and bottom teeth…and it only took 2 tries on the top and 1 try on the bottom. Pretty good for his first trip…first X-Ray…GO LOGAN GO. Now, the hygienist thought the appointment was going so smoothly that he would be an angel during the cleaning. NOT! Logan didn’t like laying on the dentist chair! There was NO WAY he was going to lay down and let this lady stick something in his mouth. I sat down with him…and still he wasn’t going for the “relaxing” in the chair while getting his teeth cleaned. Finally, I talked him into letting the hygienist “tickle” his teeth with her cool toothbrush. It wasn’t the best cleaning ever, but he got the gist and hopefully will do better next time. After his cleaning, the dentist came in and examined Logan’s teeth. All went well…no cavities!!! Logan liked sticking his tongue out at the dentist and saying “ahhhhhhh.”
After the dentist we headed back up the mountain towards Grandpa & Grandma’s house. There’s where the second event happened…
OUCH! My entire body froze as I heard my son SCREAM! As soon as I looked at him I knew what happened…he touched the tailpipe of my car! GUILT (I know you can’t always watch your kids all the time…I know you can’t put a baby gate around all hot things…but guilt just the same)! I scooped up Logan and turned towards my husband…”Logan touched the tailpipe!” I rushed him into my in-laws house, dropped his overnight bag on the floor and stuck his hand under cold running water…all while telling my MIL what just happened. Logan was screaming, crying…he was in pain. I could see it in his face…hear it in his cries…my heart sank. When my husband got inside with our daughter, he passed her off to his mom and got vinegar to pour on Logan’s hand. “Hot Mama! HOT!” Ugh…nothing seemed to make it better. We tried an icepack, cream, whatever we could find. I think mainly Logan was scared. Though I know the pain of a burn. It hurts like HELL! It stings for a while. When Papa came home he grabbed his medical kit and handed my husband the burn cream he had. That helped with the “hot” as Logan referred to his burn. However, the damage was done…Logan didn’t want to spend the night…he wanted to go home (and who could blame him). We called my parents on the way home and told them what happened…and they consoled Logan over the phone. Once home, we placed a sock over his hand (because my son really wanted a band-aide).
It’s been a LONG night…but all is well. Logan is doing much better now.