Monthly Archives: October 2011

Disaster at the Dentist!


So, today baby L had a pediatric dentist appointment. It did not go well.

Here is the backstory to why I even had to make the appointment:

About a month ago, baby L was playing and started to get a bit fussy. I went over to him to see what was wrong and when I looked down, his entire mouth was covered in blood! Needless to say, I panicked. I yelled for my husband who quickly ran downstairs. Before I had a chance to assess the situation, baby L’s bottom tooth fell onto the floor. He didn’t fall, he didn’t bump his mouth, it just fell out.

My 9 month old had already lost a tooth!

As I am trying to make sense of what just happened, my seven year old is concerned with how much money baby L will get from the tooth fairy! Oh to have the worries and concerns of a seven year old!

After seeing my dentist and the pediatrician, who ruled out any type of blood disease, we were referred to a pediatric dentist. And thus, my story of today begins.

Typical dentist office experience- you will wait at least 30 minutes after your appointment to be seen. This was very true today. Baby L was in a great mood when we arrived. Forty five minutes later and still in the waiting room, baby L was antsy.

We are finally called. I explain the situation to the dentist. We discuss some things for a few minutes and then he tells me the hygienist will take baby L back. I explain to him that I can carry him back.

Oh but guess what, apparently it is against their office
policy to allow parents back with their children!

Their office policy states that, “as in school, children focus better without parents around…”

This sign should be on a 10 year old’s bedroom door, not as a policy at a PEDIATRIC dentist!

Excuse me, but is a 10 month old considered a child? Does a 10 month old attend school? No!

The receptionist, office manager, whatever comes in to explain to me that I should have been informed of this policy over the phone when I made the appointment. I wanted to say, “Do you think I would bring my 10 month old here if I had known this?” What kind of office does not allow a parent to accompany their baby??!!

The dentist is traumatic enough for an adult, let alone, a child who has no idea who the hell these masked people are or what they are doing inside his mouth!

Really, you think this makes a 10 month old comfortable?

I will admit I became an emotional mess. The tears started falling. The receptionist, trying to console me, not realizing I had no intention or desire to be friendly with her, asked me to head to the waiting room.

The ONLY reason I did not walk straight out of the office is because a girl I knew from high school works there as a hygienist and she took baby L. The next fifteen minutes seemed like forever though! They brought baby L back, with his eyes red and puffy.

The dentist recommended he come back in 6 months.
I walked out of that office and will NEVER be going back!

Oh, and P.S. don’t think I didn’t come right home and write a review about their complete lack of understanding about the importance of the baby-mother relationship!


Denied By My 10 Month Old


So, for all you breastfeeding moms out there…we all know feeding our babies becomes a full time job. The first few months it feels like there isn’t a time when we aren’t feeding our child…but for some reason we are still paranoid our child is underfed. Eventually solids are introduced and we are no longer the sole food source anymore. Our husbands are happy that they may be able to go near what for months we denied them access to. 🙂

However, we are somewhat saddened. To me, breastfeeding was time for my baby L (as I am going to reference him as) and I to bond. Our way to sneak away from the hustle and bustle of second cousins, crazy aunts, and family friends you hadn’t seen in months coming to visit the newborn.

Well fast forward ten months and here we are – today- October 14th. Yes, I have been slowly weening Louie off breastfeeding, but I never expected him to be so assertive so soon. I awake to his quiet crys and his slight mumblings of “ma ma.” I stumble to the nursery, wishing I had the energy and zest for life he does at 6am. We crawl into my bed for our routine morning feeding. And what occurs….He Pushes Me Away! 

He doesn’t want my milk. My milk he has had and wanted for 10 months. The milk I protect from the contaminates of alcohol, excedrin migraine and every other type of medicine I can’t have, that I so desperately want when it has been one of “those” days. The milk I protected from “drying up” when I pumped in the Amtrak bathroom, the bathroom at the Yankees stadium, the Dallas airport- to name a few.

Amtrak Bathroom
I don’t particularly enjoy using it as a restroom, let alone using it for a milking station. Needless to say, a number of passengers knocked on the door wondering what the heck was taking me so long.


Yes, I had to bring all of this into that small, cramped, and not the most sanitary bathroom. I started to wonder if that train ride to the Yankees game was worth it…

He doesn’t want my milk. He wants that darn formula that I feel like I need to get a part time job to afford.


P.S. Sad news for me, but good news for the hubby. 🙂