Today I had to go to the dentist. I don’t know if you know this, but I do NOT like to go to the dentist. Dr. Lindsey is very nice, I mean, but she makes me lay down. I do NOT like to lay down on my back in those kinds of places. NOT ONE BIT. I had to go there a couple months ago to get my first tooth out, and when I got there this time, I told Mommy and Daddy very clear that I wanted to GO HOME NOW.
But they said I had to stay. This time it hurt a little more. I felt the big poke in my mouth for the shot. That was NOT fun at all. Mommy and Daddy have to hold on to me really tight, and they kind of lay on top of me when I’m crying really loud. I keep telling them I want to get up and be all done, but they say not yet. Mommy says, “I’m sorry,” a lot.
Dr. Lindsey is really quick, I guess, but it feels like a long time. They have to put this candy-smelling stuff by my nose, but I don’t like that either. When they start to give me the shot, Mommy has to look the other way, but Daddy watches to make sure it’s all ok.
After I’m done, I get up really quick. Dr. Lindsey shares some of her toys with us, so we get to go pick something. I usually pick the bouncy ball. I got another one today.
And they give me a balloon, too. By the time I got outside, I was all happy again.
And we took Daddy back to work still in his lunch time. I told you Dr. Lindsey was quick! But I sure hope I don’t have to do that anymore. Mommy says the next time I have to go is in January. That’s a long time away. I’m so glad.
(Mommy note: This girl is so tough. At 30 pounds, it still takes two parents practically on top of her, holding her head, arms, and body still, while the dental assistant/hygienist is also helping and the dentist is holding on while she works. I hate doing that to B, but it’s a must. Her bottom front two adult teeth came in and the baby teeth didn’t even loosen one bit. So one came out in August, and the other now. Dr. L says that this shouldn’t be the case for the rest… and I sure hope that’s true.
The great part, and the only thing that lets me get through the traumatic pinning of my girl for a few minutes, is that she recovers within 5 minutes. Before we’re out the door of the office, she’s ready to go. Credit to a great team and a tough cookie!)