Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mothers Heart and Teeth Extractions

I was helping to hold Sebastian down in a dentist chair together with three assistants and a dentist. They are all are very skillful, fast and experienced professionals who specialize with dealing with children. Sebastian was not crying or resisting after his freezing was done, and his four top front teeth were pulled fast and clean by gentle and very precise hands of the dentist. Yet watching it from up close and having to hold him down for this unpleasant treatment made me drop few silent tears I could not hold back: why do I have to witness my little boy suffer? My tears were not about the teeth, but about the bigger picture.

When I was little I was a very good dental patient thanks to my mother. She would explain that I will be exposed to pain, she never try to minimalise it, she would never say it would hurt a little, she would always say: "It will hurt a lot, be prepared, and you can handle it." I was never lied to, and surprised by pain and that is how I have learned to trust my mother and the dentist, and I was always calm. I can not do that for Sebastian. I can not explain him what will happen. I can not explain him the world. I can only watch him suffer.

Nobody has given me an honest warning what my motherhood will be about either. That also doesn't seem to be fair.

2 comments:

  1. I thank you for the insight and knowledge I gain reading your blog. I wish you the best.

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  2. Thank you, I often question myself lately why I do this...

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