Like Pulling teeth

Now I know exactly where the phrase ‘like pulling teeth’ comes from, as on Monday afternoon I witnessed just how hard that is. Actually it was so raw that I could not blog about it yesterday, I think I was still in shock quite honestly.

So I was delighted that Joshua got his dentist appointment through, after waiting 7 months and after chasing it and asking his consultant and social worker to also chase on our behalf. We rushed Joshua straight from collecting him from respite to the dentist and he thought he was going on a lovely outing with his parents and even uttered ‘Donalds’ optimistically and foolishly, I told him that we could stop there on our way home. We checked in and I knew that he was going to be sedated so that the dentist could fill his cavities and have a good look around his mouth as his usual dentist could not access the back of his mouth. But I was not prepared for what followed.

I was shocked when we entered the surgery as it was full of people, one dentist, an anaesthetist responsible for sedation and maybe five dental nurses, so with both my husband and myself bringing Joshua in, the small room was soon very crowded. They set to work immediately, putting a cannula onto his hand and the sedation was underway. I held his hand and could feel him relax but disconcertingly his eyes remained open. Later, he relaxed fully, closed his eyes and began snoring. They took xrays and while she was waiting for the results, she filled three cavities on his front teeth. I took the opportunity to trim Joshua’s finger nails while he could not object and everything was lighthearted at this stage.

The xrays showed that Joshua had two rotten teeth , both on the same side and both with abscesses underneath and the dentist explained that they needed to come out, that she would  try to remove them, but if that was not successful ,she needed to opt for the ‘surgical option’! The team audibly sighed and the anaesthetist stated that Joshua would need to be sedated for some time now. My husband left the surgery as he is not comfortable with blood, and I positioned myself next to my boy, holding his hand, abandoning the manicure as this sounded like serious business. I looked on horrified at the range of instruments of torture that they were gathering and the dentist asked me to hold his hand tightly as he was likely to jump!

There followed some very physical heaving and pulling at Joshua’s open mouth, his head banging from side to side and then an enormous tooth was revealed and she stitched his gum up. Then she repeated the process for the second tooth and thankfully it came out too, so there was no surgery involved, just some extreme pulling! Even so he needed his gums to be stitched up. There was a lot of blood coming from his mouth and the anaesthetist promptly removed the cannula. We transferred a sleepy Joshua to an armchair and wheeled him into Recovery where we waited for over an hour.

This is his first dental treatment and so he had never experienced the numb sensation before and it clearly bothered him : he kept moving his tongue around and was trying to get his fingers to his mouth to feel what had happened, but we could not allow his fingers anywhere near his stitches. Joshua was gushing blood as he would not swallow it, so he looked rather like a blood-sucking vampire and I was engaged holding his hand down and wiping his bloody chin all the way home, on the backseat of the car.

I have to admit to crying on the journey home and again when we got there as I was feeling so many emotions :

  • frustration that my son was in pain and confusion and I could not help him. I would gladly have swapped places with him and I am scared of the dentists chair.
  • Guilty that I had allowed his teeth to get this bad, this situation was avoidable. For 16 years I had prioritised other parts of his body over his dental hygiene, but not since Decemeber , he now has his teeth cleaned with fluoride toothpaste and an electric toothbrush three times a day
  • Angry with NHS : cross that Joshua had been allowed to suffer since December 2017 with ,his teeth while waiting for this appointment, as they only do sedation treatments once a week so the waiting list is long and slow to move!
  • Angry that we have had to choose between rotten teeth and seizures! Some of the anti epileptic drugs that he has been given over the years, when his teeth were forming, attacked his enamel, so the discolouration is not due to poor dental hygiene but as a result of an unpleasant side effect of his drugs. If it is known that certain drugs attack teeth, could we not have some joined up NHS-thinking ? Would it not be sensible to have Joshua regularly checked by a special needs dentist, as a preventative measure, rather than waiting 7 months to deal with this emergency?
  • I was shocked by the physicality of what two extractions meant. I had 4 teeth removed when I was a teenager and I don’t remember any of this violence. I could see what she was doing to my son and I was powerless to help him and I had chased them for torturing him, before my very eyes

Joshua being Joshua has been so very brave and has not made any fuss at all, he proved his resilience when he had his brain surgery in 2014. I am armed with Calpol and Ibuprofen, but apart from when we first got home, he does not seem to be in too much pain – his pain threshold is unbelievable, he takes it all in his stride. On Monday night he was laughing and giggling in the bath again and yesterday I worked from home in the morning so that I could see how much agony he was in on waking? He was absolutely fine, just a little sleepy so Yorkshire Grandma collected him at 11.30 to go have some holiday fun.  I gave her fussy instructions to keep him quiet and to only give him soft food. She reported to me when I was at work, that he had even eaten a full bag of Pickled Onion flavour Monster Munch crisps, which anyone knows sting your mouth even when you have not got stitches in there, showing that he was not prepared to give in to this pain or change his behaviour in any way.

I am so proud of my brave soldier, he is an example to us all on how to handle pain and trauma.

 

 

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