The big day finally arrived bright and early last Thursday morning. It was a family event as daddy and mommy were both lucky to have the day off from work. Daddy and Baby D decided to take a walk as mommy and Little Miss L. walked hand-in-hand down the long hallway to enter the dreaded room.
Much to my surprise, my little girl's face lit up as she noticed the television hanging above the big scary chair. She hopped on and went for a ride. Her eyes were glued to the television. After a few minutes in a daze, she was happy to tell the dentist her age, what she has been up to, and all about her little brother. Everything was going splendidly - what was I worrying about? They counted her teeth and talked about the importance of caring for our teeth. Just like that, we were finished! I was happy and so was my little girl . I then heard "Please, make another appointment to see the hygienist to have her teeth cleaned." We have to come back? We got away with it once but in coming again, we would be taking our chances. After talking to the hubby, we decided our best bet was to come back the very next day as she had a good experience the first time and wanted to continue riding the wave.
Friday morning arrived and we were off the the dentist office again. This time, we were met by a very friendly hygienist who chatted away to Little Miss L. explaining everything that was about to take place. Little Miss L. loved picking out the orange flavour paste (she is still going around asking people to smell her orange breath) and wearing her funky glasses as the hygienist worked her magic. All and all, it was a good experience and one I did not expect.
Well, until the next cleaning...
|Eyes glued to the television. Wish they had these back in the day when I was young.|
|Mom, seriously, they are going to put that in my mouth!?!|
|Knock it - I did it!|
|Celebrating with her little brother. Peek-a-boo!|
|See everyone? Look at my pearly whites!|