Dentist Part Two

Well, I certainly don't have any happy dentist pictures from this go around.  Eliza was totally calm going in, but then things took a turn for the worst.  Turns out she needed a crown and a filling.  They needed to sedate her.  I couldn't be in the room.  I did watch from behind a window at one point and it was really weird to see her all out of it with her mouth propped open.  The dentist and assistant both said she did amazingly well and was very calm.  Thank goodness.  As soon as she saw me though, she totally lost it.  Like, screaming and kicking full on tantrum like I've never seen before.  Eight different staff members came out of their offices to see what was going on.  The dentist said extreme anger was one of the ways some kids respond to anesthesia.  That's an understatement.  It was like something out of the exorcist.  The staff were offering all sorts of things to calm her down, water, tylenol, popcicles.  She wanted none of it.  I carried her out of the office over my shoulder, still thrashing around.  She was yelling all sorts of things like, "This is nonsense!"  "This is all your fault!"  "I can't close my mouth!"  "I can't swallow!"  "If you would've flossed my teeth this wouldn't have happened!"  (Ouch).  The thrashing was so bad that as I carried her across the parking lot, a police officer stopped and got out of his car.  I said, "I swear, she just had dental work done.  I'm not kidnapping her or anything."  He looked at the pediatric dentist sign, nodded and left.  Whew.  It's a good thing she looks just like me. 

She thrashed and screamed like that for about 30 minutes.  Once I got her in the carseat though, it was almost funny.  I made a recording of some of it, so S could see the full effect.  After 30 minutes, she suddenly stopped and said, "How did we get here?" and smiled.  Then she was like a drunk sorority girl, falling down in the bathroom when she tried to pull her pants up, giggling hysterically.  What a trip.  Thank goodness we don't have to go back for 6 months.