And this time, Sam needed to have one of those little silver crowns on one of his molars in the back. This whole idea made me really anxious and stressed. First off, how is a little guy with OCD going to feel having a tooth that is different from the others. Second of all, what was he going to do about it? So I decided to prep him early on, we had a week to talk about it, and my fears became reality. He freaked out.
I called it a "Magic Tooth" and told him a little white lie about how it will help his food taste better -- couldn't lose with this one since he is picky eater anyway. He told me flat out that he did NOT want a "magic tooth"!!! "NO WAY!" he told me when I tried to explain it to him. I told him it was going to be like a silver glove for his tooth... he didn't like that either. A silver hat? Nope, still mad at me.
Well, just tough! He was going to get it whether he liked it or not! I was just trying to give him the courtesy of knowing what was going to happen. One of my friends told me I shouldn't of told him and maybe he wouldn't notice... yeah, right! He notices EVERYTHING!!
So the other day, off we went. Sam was really angry the whole time and let the nurses and doctor know just how much he hated them and their "magic teeth" -- somewhere in his slurred speech I am pretty sure he even told them where they could stick it.
Sammy has to be sedated to get his teeth fixed, and when that happens he is not a nice person. He hates everyone and everything and we can all go jump off a bridge for all he cares. And he is SO strong! It's hard to fight with him... luckily, he doesn't start fighting until AFTER his teeth are done.
He was pretty good through the first part:
He started biting the heck out of his lip and there was nothing we could do to stop him because he was so strong and really fought us on this. When I finally got him in the car, by the time we got down the street he was covered in blood and there were chunks of cheek on his hands. It was so gross! He had been biting his cheek and gouging it with his finger nails. I went to the gas station and got him a root beer with a straw to distract him, and it worked.... thankfully.
Now he looks like a chipmunk...
But he blames it on the dentist -- only because he doesn't remember it, at all.
He told me today that the dentist stole his white tooth and gave him a "stupid magic one that doesn't work!" I tried to explain the whole thing to him, but he has already made up his mind.