Annabelle had her dentist appt. today. They were to take an impression to have her fitted for a brace she will wear at night, 14 hours a night, for 3-4 months. I wanted to get this done so her underbite could be corrected by the time preschool starts in the fall, not for cosmetic reasons, but just to get it DONE.
They have a rule, a set-in-stone rule, that moms can't join the child in the exam room. I have never asked for special privileges with her. I know how traumatized she was when we met her, but after three years here, I guess my approach was that she should "buck up" and follow the rules. She does great in preschool. She sleeps soundly and is getting over her fear of people.
She sobbed as I placed her into the technician's arms. It was all I could do to keep from sobbing. She has been through so much. It is hard to know when to let her deal with something alone, or when I am failing as a mother.
After about five minutes, they brought her back to me. "She is not ready, and next time, we want you to come back and hold her". OH THANK GOD!! I know if I hold her she will feel safe and they can do whatever they need to do. I am so happy I won't have to sit in that waiting room with an aching heart because I allowed her to be scared AGAIN.
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