The other day I had a dentist appointment.
It was my first visit to that dentist as we have started going to a new dentist after our old one kicked my husband out for missing 5 appointments in 5 years. His last missed appointment was while we were in Morgantown with Corbin.
Needless to say we were upset. But I digress...
It's a very, very nice office. The nicest office I've seen yet. They offer coffee, which no doubt, brings back business for teeth cleanings! Smart!
Anyway, I was led back into the little room and had x-rays taken, my teeth cleaned, polished, buffed, and poked at. After all that business was done and I was waiting on the dentist to come look at me, the assistant asked
"So you have two boys?"
-pause-
"Yup" As I notice the picture frame full of photos of her two boys. Oh boy. Please don't ask, please don't ask.
"How old are they?"
-longer pause- Should I tell her? What do I say? Oh dear...
"Um, Colt will be two in February. And...um, Corbin...Corbin passed away in May." As I break down into tears.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry"
-more tears-
She brings me tissues and we are interrupted by the dentist arriving. We chat about teeth and mouth guards, then he leaves.
The assistant asks me more about Corbin. I tell her I don't mind talking about it but I'm sure to cry. She surprises me by sounding truly interested and asks good questions; keeping the conversation going. We chat about pulse ox and how we agree every newborn should be tested. I explain to her what Williams Syndrome is and she again, seems very interested. She admits she has never heard of it and nods her head as I explain the traits and medical problems associated with the syndrome. She smiles as I explain the quirks also associated with Williams, like their good vocab, their issues with math, and that most (if not all) that have an affinity for music.
I quite enjoy our conversation and am so pleased that she was interested. I haven't talked to someone about Corbin that seemed honestly interested in the medical side of it all. Mostly I get an "I'm so sorry, what happened" but no more.
So I may have made her feel bad by crying, but one more person knows Corbin's story. And that is the best part.
It was my first visit to that dentist as we have started going to a new dentist after our old one kicked my husband out for missing 5 appointments in 5 years. His last missed appointment was while we were in Morgantown with Corbin.
Needless to say we were upset. But I digress...
It's a very, very nice office. The nicest office I've seen yet. They offer coffee, which no doubt, brings back business for teeth cleanings! Smart!
Anyway, I was led back into the little room and had x-rays taken, my teeth cleaned, polished, buffed, and poked at. After all that business was done and I was waiting on the dentist to come look at me, the assistant asked
"So you have two boys?"
-pause-
"Yup" As I notice the picture frame full of photos of her two boys. Oh boy. Please don't ask, please don't ask.
"How old are they?"
-longer pause- Should I tell her? What do I say? Oh dear...
"Um, Colt will be two in February. And...um, Corbin...Corbin passed away in May." As I break down into tears.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry"
-more tears-
She brings me tissues and we are interrupted by the dentist arriving. We chat about teeth and mouth guards, then he leaves.
The assistant asks me more about Corbin. I tell her I don't mind talking about it but I'm sure to cry. She surprises me by sounding truly interested and asks good questions; keeping the conversation going. We chat about pulse ox and how we agree every newborn should be tested. I explain to her what Williams Syndrome is and she again, seems very interested. She admits she has never heard of it and nods her head as I explain the traits and medical problems associated with the syndrome. She smiles as I explain the quirks also associated with Williams, like their good vocab, their issues with math, and that most (if not all) that have an affinity for music.
I quite enjoy our conversation and am so pleased that she was interested. I haven't talked to someone about Corbin that seemed honestly interested in the medical side of it all. Mostly I get an "I'm so sorry, what happened" but no more.
So I may have made her feel bad by crying, but one more person knows Corbin's story. And that is the best part.
