Startin’em young

Category : Anna

We changed the past, well my past anyway.  I grew up fearing, wincing, cringing at the thought of even talking about the dentist.  I remember going for my pre-school dental exam and my mom putting it off well into the school year.  I think I needed to do another one to enter highschool or play in junior high sports and the papers just sat in the van, never to be filled out or spoke of.  I know my dad tried to get my mom to take us to the dentist, but my mom had this extreme hatred/fear of going to the dentist.  I don’t really know the full story of why, but I know she had braces when she married my dad, had the front ones taken off for their wedding and then put back on.  I think she had a few cavities but never went in from the time I was in pre-school until she got sick in 2001.  At that time, some of her teeth had gotten so bad they had to pull 5 teeth before they start treatment.  That in itself would be awful to endure!  So during the year my mom was sick, my grandma took me to the dentist despite my mother’s harsh glares.  Grandma could have sworn I had lots of cavities for how long it’s been but I walked out of there with no cavities and the start of my widsom teeth coming in.  I was quite proud of myself (and relieved I must say).

A couple years past, since that last visit.  My mom had passed away and Gary and I got married.  We decided we would erase that I fear I grew up with about going to the dentist and set a good example for our future children.  Once my insurance had been set up at work, we headed in to the dentist.  Long story short, I ended up with 5 cavities and was in desperate need to have my widsom teeth removed.  Ever since then, we’ve been going religiously every 6 months, getting cavities filled, both of us had our wisdom teeth removed, Gary’s had numerous root canals, caps and a bridge (I think) along with getting a lot better brushes, mouthwash and flossing.

Why do I tell you all this?  We had Anna’s first cleaning.  And let me tell you, I thought it would end up in me sitting on Anna while prying her mouth open just to have her clean her teeth.  Our shy, doesn’t like to be poked and prodded at the doctor, easily scared Anna put on a happy face, sat in the big chair with the big bright light and opened her mouth on her own!  I talked about going to the dentist for days now, telling her about Emilie, the big chair, the big light, getting her teeth cleaned by a toothbrush like mommy and daddy’s and getting a new toothbrush.  She never once said she didn’t want to go, always knew what to do and climbed all over me when I was in the chair getting my teeth cleaned.  Granted she didn’t like the sucker.  AT ALL.  But a swish and a spit did the trick along with mommy handling the sucker.  She was a rock star, everything checked out great and ended up with a new “Mr. Queen” toothbrush with new flossers and toothpaste.

I’m glad things went this well.  Izzy seemed eager too, so hopefully next year she’ll be just as easy in the chair as Anna was.  Now she knows what to expect and it won’t be a traumatic experience as I thought it would be all these years.

And wouldn’t you know it, mommy didn’t grab the camera.