A few months ago parker bit me. I pushed him away and his tooth chipped.
On tuesday morning he is going to have dental surgery to pull out the now dead tooth. He will be sedated.
This is the fourth time i will have to watch one of my children put under anesthetic. I am dreading it. It is like watching them stand beside deaths' door. Their little bodies totally unconscious. Then walking away, out of the operating room. It is the longest, hardest march to that waiting room.
I realize that these are minor surgeries, minor things. It doesn't matter when it is your own child. Every risk is one to be weighed and measured. Agonized over.
I would have left that dead tooth sitting there, despite how it makes me sad every time i look at it and think about the circumstances that caused it, but it causes him some pain and it could, possibly, affect his adult teeth.
I don't like taking risks with my kids. I do, however, like them to take some risks. To try something new, to try something that frightens them, to try and eat something green.
All of this to say i am a little nervous. A little scared.
Parker encompasses all of me. He is all the good parts and all the bad parts of me. I love him limitlessly.
Posted by Jess at 08:53 PM Permalink
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I did this last week (the anesthesia for Youngest, not the tooth). He had to be put out for two hours. He was afraid and I had few words to comfort him, despite the fact that I do some of my best mothering in these situations.
My love for him is like a bottomless pool.
I feel what you are feeling.
And I know what I knew -
I'm afraid, he's afraid...
and it will be okay.
Posted by blackbird | January 22, 2007 03:54 AM