Maia after Dentist

My adorable four year old took a trip to La-La Land yesterday and revealed Mommy's Achilles Heel.  Apparently, I am calm under pressure except when it involves my child hallucinating.  By now you all have seen the viral video of "David After Dentist,"  well our experience was a little more intense (at least in my opinion).

Maia helping the dentist 

Unfortunately Maia has weak enamel on her over crowded teeth and chips them fairly regularly resulting in a disproportionate number of cavities.  I can honestly say that we have paid more for the care of her "baby teeth" than has been paid for mine over the course of my lifetime.  So yesterday we found ourselves sitting in the dentist office getting her at least her 7th cavity taken care of.  There was some type of miscommunication between me and the dental staff, because I was not expecting what happened next.  About 5 minutes after Maia takes her medication (it turned out to be Versed and an antihistamine), she goes limp and can't talk intelligently.  All this was supposed to happen. But we had never done this before, all of our previous fillings were: 1. Drink something to take the edge off  2. Nitrous Oxide and 3. Local anesthetic.  Panicked, I call in the dentist (I am peeved I was greeted by the hygienist, but too little too late).  I am told that this is to be expected and I should go wait in the waiting room and they will come for me in 20-25 minutes.  I gather my emotions and go to the waiting room.  

The time passes quickly and when I get called back, Maia is fidgety, but still out of it.  She keeps pointing to a "pink hippopotamus" on the ceiling that wasn't there.  The dentist says that hallucinations and fatigue will occur, to call with concerns, and that within 6 hours she will be back to her old self.  We are sent on our way.  I am frustrated because I can't carry her, she is just too fidgety for me to manage. Normally, she would be able to walk out on her own.  I have never missed the five point harness more than I did yesterday.  She continued to unbuckle her seat belt and slither to the floor.  The dentist office is less than a mile a way from my house, but it took us at least 15 minutes to get home.  My anxiety gets the best of me and I am a ball of nerves.  I get her inside the house and like a dumb ass put her on my super tall bed.  She unintelligibly babbles about something on the ceiling and I allow her to throw her slippers at it (She stood no chance of winning an aiming contest that day).  Then she insisted on getting down.  I thought, "What could be the harm?" Crash, there goes her head into the dresser.  Oops, how am I going to explain the rug burn on her face?

Stoner Maia

Anyone who spoke with me at that time knew I was a mess- Well shit is about to hit the fan.  Maia starts screaming that mommy's face is melting.  Then I know for sure the tears were streaming and it may have looked like it.  I call Geoff, in tears, and tell the site secretary he is needed home right away.  I mean, we aren't talking rainbows and pretty colors here.  After it appeared as though Maia had focused on something other than my morphing, I picked her up and held her on the couch.  She wasn't all too cool with it, but she was starting to relax.  When Geoff finally got home, she almost immediately crashed in his arms after feebly trying to catch butterflies with a faint smile on her face. Well, this got me a lecture on making mountains out of mole hills and how busy work is... blah blah blah.  Next filling is all you dear...

PS: Maia's only memory from yesterday was that it was hard to walk.  Tell me about it dear.