Posted on | February 20, 2013 | 8 Comments
As we pulled up to the dentist office this morning, I could feel my heart racing. My palms were sweating, and my breath grew rapid.
“Mommy, is the dentist going to put a hole in my leg?”
(Sully’s code word for “a shot”)
“Oh, no baby. No shots. It won’t hurt at all.”
Not even MY trip to the dentist, and still, SO nervous. See, dentists make me lie. I clearly remember being a child and staring up into the bright light as the dentist asked me if I flossed daily.
“Evvry nigh…” I muttered as his hands were in my mouth.
Okay…so maybe once a week?
He raised an eyebrow and said, “These don’t look like the gums of a little girl who flosses.”
Shamed. Right there in that chair. I blushed and closed my eyes, hoping he couldn’t feel the guilt radiating from my body. And ever since that moment, the thought of being at a dentist has made me queasy. In fact, I stopped going regularly once I got married. I know, I know. But you would be proud to know I made an appointment today for the next available date. April. So now, I have several months to sweat over my impending dentist encounter in which I will surely be shamed for not going for several years. Yay.
But anyway, back to Sully. I got him out of the car and brought both boys into the waiting room where they had tons of toys set up for play. I filled out the millions of forms, and they ushered us back to a tiny room. I held Arlo on my lap while Sully climbed happily into the chair. They gave him a sweet pair of shades and immediately made him feel at ease.
The hygienist looked at me, smiling, and asked, “Does he still have a paci?” as my sweet three-year-old smiled his bucktooth smile at her.
“Um. No. But only recently…”
“Great! Before he dropped the paci, how often did he have it?”
“Um…only during bedtime.”
Lie. And nap time. And car time. And occasionally just because…
“Good…” she smiled back again. She knew. I knew she knew. But she let it slide. Then she cleaned and counted his teeth. Sully laughed the whole time and asked when it was Beebab’s turn.
The sweet dentist came in to take a look. She chatted with Sully, told him how great his teeth looked, and then directed her attention to me. “You say no more paci, now, right?”
“Yup!!” My eye started twitching.
“Great.” She smiled…a bit too insincerely. And gave Sully a small hug before heading out the door. Sully got to pose with an alligator with big, fake teeth, and it totally made his entire day.
The entire experience was relatively painless, and I was glad to get our first dentist appointment out of the way. I booked Arlo an appointment, too, and headed out the door. Easy, peasy. Except for that damn paci. I really do have to get rid of that. Guess that’s on the agenda for next Monday.