Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING can go as planned in this house. I am possibly the most unlucky person in the world. I don't want to complain because we are happy, healthy and employed...but the stupidest things happen to us and I can't help but laugh (and blog about it)!
So Layla had her first dentist appointment today. This was reschedule from a few weeks ago when she woke up sick on her original "go" date. I was so nervous/excited for her. We've been talking about this for weeks and this morning I even practiced on her with a straw (thanks for the idea Christel!) to get her used to what they might do. Those of you that know Layla know that you have to give her a 6 month heads up on this type of thing. LOL.
So we get there ON TIME (a miracle), check in and wait for about 15 minutes. I've waited in that office longer than that before so I just thought they were running behind. It happens. Layla was playing with the toys, my phone, taking pictures...being SO good. She told me she needed to use the potty so we got up and went. It was all downhill from here.
I help her go to the potty and we get ready to wash our hands. I go to put soap on my hands and the thing squirts a gallon of soap onto my freshly washed for the occasion pants. Dang. So she's playing in the sink while I try to clean up the mess and gets her sleeves soaked.
We walk back into the lobby (it's been almost 30 minutes at this point) and I ask if they are just about ready for her. The lady looks at the schedule and says "she's not even on the books for today". Fabulous! So they run around apologizing and say they'll fit her in because it won't take long.
I fill out some paperwork and a nice assistant takes us back. Layla sits on my lap and lets her put the bib around her neck...she's doing GREAT when the lady from the front desk flies in and says that our insurance is inactive. Ummmmm OK. I remembered that we switched our dental plans when we added Layla. So I give her our medical card (same provider) and while she looks up the information the dental assistant continues giving Layla a "tour" of the equipment they use.
L was totally getting into it. Smiling and laughing when she'd put her fingers on something "silly feeling". I was so proud of her until that lady from the front desk comes back AGAIN and says that isn't the right card, do we want to pay out of pocket. NO I don't freaking want to pay out of pocket. I want you to count my child's teeth and tell her she's doing a good job brushing like I've been telling her you were going to do for MONTHS.
Sooooo we had to stop. I was so disappointed because I could tell Layla was really bummed about it. I now know what it feels like to disappoint your child and it SUCKS. No mother of the year award coming my way.
As we are leaving the ladies are talking to me about this change in dental policy. They told me that we need to check and make sure we didn't sign up for "ABC" plan because they aren't covered under that plan. I make a note and schedule her yet ANOTHER appointment for Valentines Day. Before we leave the dental assistant notices how bummed L was and told her she could pick a toy from the toy chest. That really put a smile on her face. Out of all the balls, sticky hands, tooth erasers and plastic hats she chooses a toy solider. The ugliest thing in the box...that's my girl.
So we leave and I open her toy (he was in a plastic bag) and call Bryan. All of a sudden I hear a snap. I turn around and L has the most pathetic look on her face- her soldiers arm fell off. Are you kidding me?
We get home and I can't find the arm in the car. Layla got a lesson in war and injuries in our garage.
I walk in to Bryan telling me he looked up our plan and it turns out we do have the "ABC" policy. I have no clue why we did that...we were kind of rushed with open enrollment because Jack was due the next week. So now we have crappy insurance that is pushing us to a place we don't want to go. I can NOT believe this happened.
So that was Layla's afternoon at the dentist. We learned a hard lesson about calling ahead to confirm our appointments, reading the fine lines during open enrollment and when you pull too hard- sometimes our arms fall off.
At least she looked cute, had a smile on her face and seemed comfortable at the dentist. Until next time...
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