And..The Gap Grows!

I have always been petrified of dentists. Still am.

And yet, on valentine's day the only date I had, and that too an impromptu one was with the dentist(The husband has been away in Finland, supposedly working very hard so could not even complain!)

I got a phone call from Vaibhav yesterday asking me to rush to school because he was bleeding!! My stomach did several mini somersaults while I mechanically headed towards his school.I found him at the school dentist's clinic. The dentist and he were having a serious chat. Couldn't care less as to what it was about. ..just glad that he was well enough to be discussing something. Barged my way into their conversation to find my poor little boy's lips bleeding profusely. He had apparently tripped on another boy and fallen flat on his face. But those minor details were all cast aside...as they were discussing more important things like whether to pull or not.

WHAT? Not again. He had the first two teeth pulled out as well and I was looking forward to having this one take its own time. But No, the doc felt that the fall had loosened the tooth a little too much and Mr. V played his part well by adding that it irritated him a lot!

I held his hand firm, shut my eyes tight and looked away the other side. The dentist counted ...one- two - three. I turned around to peek if it was all over but horror of horrors it was not. Vaibhav had a mirror in one hand, intensely watching the gruesome scene unfold while the dentist was tugging at his teeth!

Tooth once again was handed over to him in a ziploc. Vaibhav came to me and whispered that I never should take the doc's first one -two -three seriously. " Amma, the docs say it the first time so that they dont get nervous, they will always pull it out only the second time. You should not have opened your eyes till the second time"!!

He's a brave kid alright but those genes are definitely not mine. He gave me a big toothless grin and said that today was his lucky day as God had accidentally, correctly made him fall!!

And the irony of it all, the dentist was not handsome, nope, he was not even a guy. My Valentine's date was with this very nice, grandmotherly lady who might have checked all of my teeth too had I stayed a minute longer!!