Instincts

I was sitting in the dentist chair with BabyP held down on my chest. The dentist was grinding the chipped tooth down to remove the sharp edges, and the assistant had the hose thing shoved in his mouth. BabyP was mad and letting us know. He was kicking the chair and moving around. No amount of restraint was going to keep his 23 pound body from rocketing back and forth.

Inside I was just wanted it to end. There is a part of my brain that told them to stop and held him tight. I just wanted to bust out of the office with my little man. Instead, I held him tighter and choked back the tears. Poor Bear. Poor Momma. Stupid Instincts for making me feel bad.

He was better after a few minutes. He nursed and looked around. He nursed a little more and looked around. He was grumpy with me when I put him in the car seat. He was happy once I gave him his sippy cup.

Oh little boys.

He seems okay with the chipped tooth. I think he is getting his last set of molars.

AND...

Of course, today, when he got home from dayschool, he was walking kind of odd. He would not put weight on his big toe. Hopefully, he feels better in the morning. Hopefully,his shoes were just a little too small.

I hope this isn't the beginning of a love affair with the doctor.