The dentist emerged by his side and declared his dental procedure a success, but that didn't provide any comfort to my sad five year old.
I escorted him out of the office, and he burst into tears, that erupted into wails. He kept attempting to communicate something important, but between the sobs and heaves I could only make out the word "mouth."
I'm still not sure if the tears stemmed from pain, discomfort or anger (or maybe a little of each). But, what I do know about Connor is that he's the kind of patient Chris refers to in the ER as a "drama one": a patient big on emotions, questionable on pain.
I listened to the cries for the entire half an hour ride to my friend Erin's house for a scheduled lunch date. He entered her house head downcast, sullen and somber.
But Erin has a way of transforming any child from gloomy to gleeful. She brought out the instant smile-maker: cup cake ice cream cones. It didn't take long for Connor to bop around Erin's house, acting like the dental procedure was a distant memory.
Some sugar and toys, and Connor was smiling again (albeit a little crooked for awhile)!
(No pictures for a little while due to yesterday's turn of events. Hopefully we'll be a working camera owning family within the week!)