About three weeks ago I made an appointment for the boys to see the dentist... their first time, ever! I had put it off so long, because of Sam's issues I was afraid to try. Not to mention that every time I try to brush his teeth much drama, finger biting, and screaming ensues. But I knew that I had to get them in for the sake of their teeth!
All week I have been day dreaming about what a great blog post it was going to be. I knew that a trip to the dentist would not only be painful but it was going to make excellent blog material! I mean it had to, right? There was no way, Sammy was going to be good while some stranger poked around in his mouth. I even packed my camera so I could take a picture for this post -- you know, of Sam in the chair screaming his head off... Diabolical, I know.
However, I made a few major mistakes. I know, me making mistakes doesn't happen often since I am pretty much perfect, right? My first mistake was that I called a pediatric dentist, someone who actually knew how to treat kids. When we walked in, it was like kid heaven with mega huge bean bag chairs, a coloring station, and arts and crafts. Sam and Nephi had a blast playing with the nurses and these huge bouncy balls that rolled around the waiting room.
What was I thinking bring them here!? The dentist is NOT suppose to be fun! It is a place kids should grow up to fear... like me. I still have nightmares of my childhood dentist.
When we got in our "room" there was no dentist chair. What the heck?! Sam and Nephi got to sit on my lap the whole time and lay down their head on the lap of the nurse who cleaned their teeth. The things little boys dream of. Sammy and Nephi giggled while she cleaned their teeth with cool animal toothbrushes. Hey, how come I never got one of those?
Then the kicker! The dentist walks in and says, "Hey, Sam Buddy! How's it going!?" Sammy ran over to him and gave him a high five. The dentist could see the confusion on my face and told me that he helps Sam out in Primary at church on Sundays and they are good friends! I totally didn't know that! Cool. Which was my second mistake... I picked a dentist who Sam already had connections with. I knew at this point that my plan of torturing my children vicariously through the dentist was a big fat failure. Oh, man! What kind of mother am I?
Sammy had a cavity. But I am pretty sure, he will think it is cool when we have to come back. They had so much fun they didn't want to leave. Have you ever seen a kid kicking and screaming as they left the dentist's office??
And last but not least, they got a balloon. The day just couldn't get any better for them and it was only 11:30 in the morning. As for me, I left with my shoulders slumped in defeat... what a disappointment! Oh, well, there is always the filling of the cavity to look forward to, right?