H is supposed to have some major, massive dental work tomorrow (my poor kid? born WITHOUT TOOTH ENAMEL. Yeah.). This involved going to Children's Hospital to have him put under general because otherwise he would be so traumatised by the experience of having 8 crowns (yes) plus fillings in EVERY other tooth.

No joke.

It has taken us almost 6 months to get this all organized - between the dentist's schedule and Blue Cross sucking. His teeth have gotten so bad in the meantime. But, finally, we're going to get it taken care of, right?

Except last night H started feeling sick. Running a fever of 102. Croup-y cough. And throwing up all night long.

So now I have to call the dentist and see what's what. I imagine it will be put off, since Children's won't want to put a kid under who is coughing and/or has a fever.

DAMMIT. Who the hell knows how long it will take to get this worked out again. Meanwhile, Cavities McGee over there just looks pitiful. I'm so sorry, my sweet baby.