Yesterday Kennedy informed me that she had a loose tooth. At first I didn't pay much attention to it, and then I told her to let me look. It looked strange. It was red around the gums like an open wound and there was a funny chip of tooth sitting there and I'm pretty sure there is another tooth pushing that one out because it doesn't seem to have much of a root. Well, it also started swelling and turning really red, within hours. I had to hurry her to the Kidscare to get an antibiotic because they say that infections can settle in her heart where her surgeries were. They just told us to get her a dentist appointment A.S.A.P. It was really scary and Kennedy thought she was really going to die. She's also mostly afraid of the shot that the dentist is probably going to have to have to extract that stupid tooth. Poor thing.
She had another one a couple years ago. She had this one terrible cavity that had been just sitting there basically since it had come in. One night she got a real bad fever. I didn't associate it with the tooth at all; assumed she was just sick and put her to bed. She woke me up in the middle of night moaning in a strange way. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she wanted a drink from the drinking fountain. She was TOTALLY delirious. It was the scariest thing ever. I had to call my mom to rush us to the E.R. Then the stupid people couldn't get her blood and she was crying and it was just terrible and pissing me off. Poor child has been through so much with doctors. They finally just put her on an antibiotic, told us to make an appointment with a pediatric dentist and sent us home. Probably all that trauma was for nothing.
The teeth surgery was a whole 'nother drama in her life. She was FREAKING out scared, thinking they were going to poke her or hurt her. It was totally worse than the other surgeries because she could actually talk. She was crying and so scared. We had to WAIT FOREVER with her freaking out the WHOLE time. They gave her a doll which was supposed to help her understand what was going to happen but she was much to scared to even try to relate to that at all. She wouldn't even draw the face on. The nurse had to do it. FINALLY they gave us some medication to relax her enough to go in to the operating room. She was SOOOO high. It is pretty funny to talk to a high kid. She was telling us the ceiling looked funny or something and grinning so cute. Then we finally could laugh because she felt better.
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Sunday, July 20, 2008
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