Poor Reese!

Reese was complaining of a toothache. I told him to tough it out. He complained and complained, said he was dying. I gave him the old standby "Reese if your going to die die quietly." Sunday we ran into his dentist at church. He told us to bring him into the office. He had an abscessed tooth. It was pulled, and I thought we were done. WRONG! He was still complaining. I was getting annoyed. I stayed home with him and Taya (who was puking all through the whole tooth ordeal) on Monday. Tuesday I told him he need to toughen up and go to school. He fell asleep on the couch just as we were leaving. I left him there. Royd was going to check in on him every few hours, and I would come home to See him for lunch. When Royd came home to check on him Reese's face and neck were extremely swollen. Royd rushed him to the dentist, who immediately sent us to an oral surgeon. They were concerned that on infection was causing swelling that was affecting his airway. The surgeon was able to do an outpatient surgery to drain and irrigate the infection, and sent us home with the instructions to take him to the emergency room if it didn't start to improve. What did I learn from the experience? I am an awful mother. Poor Reese!