My daughter and I went to the dentist yesterday. I was fully prepared for her to wait quietly, listen politely, open her mouth, get the needed work done and then she was to take Mommy out for coffee. Not all of that happened, I am afraid to say. The first 3 did. That's progress as I couldn't get her to open her mouth 2 years ago. She flipped her lid when the dentist started working. Completely and totally. She kicked off her sandals, started turning her head from side to side, flapping her arms and then began ripping the dental tools from her mouth. Yegads, what a scene. I became consoling, supportive, encouraging, stern, resigned and ultimately humiliated. I paid $50 for the Nitrous Oxide and anethesia. Thank you very much. Much of it is a blur right now but I do recall Sarah asking for her prize(!?) and then saying she couldn't wait to take me out! She spent the whole day in her room. She flipped out again when she heard Joshua and Mommy playing Sorry.
I do recall 2 sweet words from a very sweet dentist. Sedation Dentistry.
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Hey, a girl's gotta have her priorities straight.
Starbucks coffee, $5.
Nitrouz Oxide and Anesthesia, $50.
An humiliation-free visit to the dentist, priceless.
Man, I remember when Hannah went through this. They had to gas her, too. I don't remember if she got a prize or not, but she still hates to go to the dentist. Makes me think of a blog...later!
Feelin' for ya, Sweets. I remember a couple of years ago, getting a phone call from the dentist on the way home from his office telling me that my son had bitten him during the visit. Understandable, unless the son in questions was THIRTEEN!! A very somber, quiet afternoon for him too, as I recall.
A big helping of humiliation all around!
Repeat after me: "I will not be defined by my children's behavior." Hang in there...
So funny. When Levi was at the dentist they gave him choices of flouride-one of them being rootbeer. He got all excited because of course he thought he was "having" a rootbeer. When it ended up being false he told her, "your rootbeer tastes like puke." Also, before Jace and I walk in the door we always say, "oh, sick, I can smell it already in there can't you?" Gross!
I am reminded again....I AM NOT ALONE!! Thanks, friends!
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