Saturday, January 14, 2017

Eli - 4 years, 38 weeks; Ava - 3 years 23 weeks; Mae - 50 weeks

About a week ago on a Friday night, Eli couldn't sleep and laid in bed complaining about his cheek hurting.  He was literally up until midnight whining and moaning.  I assumed that he was just trying to find a reason to avoid going to sleep and quickly became frustrated with him and his inability to sleep.  I may have even fussed and threatened punishment.  We ended up getting very little sleep that night and by Saturday afternoon, we knew why.  Eli's gums were swelling like crazy and he was running a fever.  He had an abscessed tooth.  By Saturday afternoon his face was a little swollen.  After some reading online and a call to our doctor's office, we decided that it was time for a trip to the ER.  They gave him some antibiotics and a steroid shot and sent us home with more antibiotics and an order to follow up with our regular dentist ASAP.  On the following Monday we made a visit to the dentist who advised that we wait a few days for the antibiotics to work and told us that within a week or so we'd have to pull the offending tooth. 

This week, was the trip to the dentist for the tooth pulling.  It was traumatic for everyone involved.  You see, while our pediatric dentist can give some sedation medicine, it never seems to make much difference for Eli.  Plus, he is deathly afraid of the dentist and gets so worked up they can't do any Novocain or anything for fear of it making him throw up (which apparently it will do if you are screaming bloody murder and hyperventilating it). 

So the only way to get this abscessed tooth out was for the dentist and I to physically hold him down, numb his gums with a shot, and then get in their with the pliers and do it.  There was screaming, there were tears, it was BAD.  We couldn't even get him to put the gauze in his mouth when we were finished.  As soon as it was done, I scooped him up and took him outside to get away from everyone and everything while Brian paid the bill and handled anything else inside. 

He cried and screamed part of the way home but soon, it was all over and he was feeling better.  You can see in these pictures how swollen he still was right after.   

That afternoon, we went by the new house build site to chat with our contractor for a few minutes and then I headed to daycare to pick up the girls.  Eli and Daddy rode the Jeep back to Joey's house.  It was Eli's first Jeep ride and he was pretty excited about it. 

After a long hard week, we all headed to Grammers' house for some time away from everything.  The kids get to do some really cool things at Grammers' house that they would never get to do at home.  One of those things is experience the ice cream truck.  I don't think I saw my first ice cream truck until I was in college.  Country kids just don't have that experience.  Well, Eli and Ava heard the jingle coming down the street and rushed right outside.  They clearly have the game figured out. 

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