My What Big Teeth You Have

I'm feeling sorry for my Ryan as I write this post.  It seems like he is a tiny catastrophe magnet.  And he always has been, even from the very beginning.  For those of you that remember- he aspirated on fluid on his way out and ended up catching pneumonia- he ended up hanging with the NICU nurses for the next two weeks.  When he was 18 months old he knocked out his two front teeth.  Two months after that he took on a pickup truck and lost.  Now he has glasses and after a trip to the dentist... he has two cavities.  Sigh.  I want to wrap him in bubble wrap and put him in my basement for the next.. well.. FOREVER!  

He was such a champ at the dentist though.  Holy cow.  You would NOT have guessed that he was only 4.  The clinic we went to only had two gas machine thingys- so the dentist's only options were to wait until the gas was available or stick Ryan with a needle.  I am so mean- and told them to give the needle a try- if he wigged- we'd wait for the gas.  

So Mr Dentist numbed Ryan's gums and stuck him... I waited for a scream or a twitch that would make me tackle the dentist... But Ryan's hands didn't even clench when the dentist was injecting the gel.  I was shocked.  And so was the dentist.  His eyes kept getting wider and wider in disbelief.  What can I say- with all that Ryan has been through- he's a freakin' rockstar to me.  It makes me wonder what purpose Heavenly Father has for him on this earth... Whatever it is- I'm in awe.  Ryan is flat amazing and I love him!