I thought today's adventure would be exciting enough to blog about. I don't think so, but I'll give you the rundown anyway. Sorry.
PS (prescript)
I've been trying to teach Ben how to be quiet like a ninja when he's getting ready in the morning so he doesn't prematurely wake Anna. We did really well today, then the smoke alarm randomly started beeping.
She slept through it I think.
At breakfast (8:45) I got a phone call from the pediatric dentist asking if we could move Anna's sedation-cavity filling up from next Tuesday to today at 3:00. I thought that would be great because next Tuesday is way busier than today. What I didn't realize is that they were asking if I would be able to keep her from eating or drinking anything for the majority of the day. She wasn't allowed to eat anything after 9:00 or drink anything after 11:00. This proved to be quite heartbreaking and difficult. However, I figured that if she took a nap at noon, that would eliminate a lot of the most difficult times. So we went to Farm Country in the morning. Then she refused to nap because. . . she was too hungry.
Apparently the procedure went well, it seemed pretty quick to me, sitting in the waiting room. Her wake up time took a while and we were the last patients in the office so I felt a little bit like we were getting rushed awake and out the door.
When we got home she was more awake and seemed to remember quite clearly my promise of ice cream if she could wait to eat until after the dentist. Unfortunately for the both of us, it is recommended to start out with clear fluids until her stomach is firmly settled. She has yet to accept any water and is idly holding another cup of milk, still not drinking.
As I promised her different snacks and things this morning I was pretty sure that each one fell under the dentists list of deadly sins - ice cream, marshmallows, fruit snacks, juice. . .
I'm just glad she wouldn't be eating anything while we were actually at the office, otherwise I might have just packed slices of bread. <- mother of the year.
2 comments:
I think holding a groggy Annabear would be floppily joyful. I'm glad she did well and it's over.
Did you know that I'd read your blog even if I didn't know you? It's too funny.
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