Wednesday, 27 March 2019

The First Dentist Appointment

At this point in our parenthood journey, new milestones are becoming increasingly rare. But yesterday we took Mini to the dentist for the very first time and I'm about to share that experience with you all.

Mini at the dentist with Elsa sticker

At sixteen months old, it's a little bit late for Mini to be having his first appointment especially when the recommendation is that your child sees a dentist for the first time soon after their first teeth appear or at the very least, before their first birthday. But for some strange reason, our previous dental surgery didn't subscribe to that school of thought. And then on the day we were supposed to attend, Mini came down with an icky viral infection complete with a fever and projectile vomiting. Nice.

On the day of the rescheduled appointment, we were fortunate enough to be blessed with lovely sunshine so we all ventured down to the dentist together.

Our current dental surgery is the polar opposite to my previous one. Where the old dentist had felt cold and clinical, this one was a converted house and felt warm and welcoming. The old dentist had a waiting room was essentially bathroom size with a handful of filing cabinets taking up most of the available space. Our new dentist's waiting room was spacious and full of natural light and even had a toilet for patients. The chairs were so plushy that I could have happily sat there all day.

My intention had been to take a few snaps of Mini before his appointment but we weren't even waiting long enough for my camera app to open.

It was a pretty easygoing appointment which was great because I had a lot of anxieties about what to expect. I mean, can you blame me? My own last dentist appointment had revealed an underlying post-traumatic stress disorder as a result of the failed local anaesthetic during my c-section.

Mini's appointment went by quite quickly mainly because he was adamant that he would not open his mouth under any circumstances. Believe me, we tried so many things but he was more interested in the stack of Disney stickers on the dentist's desk.

She asked us a few questions about his diet, how we brush his teeth and then gave us the opportunity to ask any questions of our own. Matt and I both came prepared with a few questions so this was great.

Mini was given the all clear without his teeth being seen once which meant that it was now time for him to choose a sticker to take home. Obviously he chose an Elsa sticker.

All of a sudden, he was beaming. For the first time in that entire appointment, all of his pearly whites were on show for the world to see and he clapped appreciatively, having just been given the greatest gift of all time.

That sticker didn't leave his hand for over an hour. In fact, we had a panic at one point that he'd lost it because he suddenly became hysterical at the lack of sticker in his hand but luckily it had just fallen into the basket of his pushchair. Thank goodness.

Overall, it was a great experience for all of us and one that was really important since Matt and I aren't overly keen on dentists ourselves. Mini's next appointment is a back-to-back check up with me so that should be fun. I wonder who will go first!

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