Zack and Aliza had a dentist appointment this morning. I had assigned all the kids' dental needs and responsibilities to Mark, but he's been busy with other things lately and so I took a turn at bringing the kids in for a teeth check.
Aliza just had sealants put on, and she was a trooper as usual. She was completely unblogworthy, no story there. She got through it without so much as a whimper, selected her prize for being a good patient, and was outta there.
In the waiting room Zack paced and bounced nervously by the exit. I asked him to come sit by me but he just shook his head and said "no," very politely.
They called us back and I sat on a bench with Zack facing me on my lap. The dentist sat opposite me and then we bent Zack back so he laid his head on the dentist's lap. I tried to hold his hands down. He fought like a rabid monkey. He screamed and cried. I managed not to.
When we were done I held him, and he waved through his sniffles and tears and said "buh-bye. buh-bye." to the dentist. He was sooooooooo done with her!
In between his continuing screams, the dentist told me his teeth looked fine, but now that he's lost a tooth, his 6-year molars will be coming in and the next appointment will need to include a good teeth cleaning and x-rays. He'll need to be sedated for it.
Also, since he's getting so big and strong, for the next regular appointment we need to consider strapping him into the dental chair. I knew this was a possibility too, but had conveniently managed never to think about it. I hate the idea of that. I don't know what is worse, though; sedating him so he's a zombie and sits still for it, or strapping his arms and legs down so he can't defend himself. He'll be terrified, no matter how much I prepare him for the experience.
And of course it's not just him. AJ will go through the same thing. I guess I have to start thinking and researching how to make this a less terrible experience for them.
The Dentist, part two. 23 years in the making.
2 weeks ago