Disclaimer: This post was sponsored by Burg Pediatric Dentistry.
Eva went to the dentist again! She’s been asking basically every week since her first dental appointment, but I have to admit that I was afraid she’d be a little less into it this time. The first time around was such a novel experience, but getting your teeth cleaned for the rest of your life? Blah.
It must be different when you’re a kid visiting a pediatric dentist. Eva walked in and saw the balloons and told the receptionist she was here for the party.
She hit the waiting room first, but we barely had a wait at all, so it was a bit of a blur. I’m always impressed at how neat the waiting room is, but I think it’s because there’s no time for the kids to be in there.
Eva had the chance to pick out a costume for the hygienist and she went with police helmet, although the selection happened so fast it’s possible that the guy picked out his own costume and presented it to Eva as the strongest option. I wonder if he gets tired of wearing those little kitty cat ears?
X-rays first. I hate those little mouth things but Eva sailed through it. Rock star.
Then it was time for the cleaning. Since this was a second appointment, he didn’t walk Eva through the tools as much as the other hygienist did. I think she might have been a little disappointed because she kept bringing her hands up to try to touch the brush, but I was personally relieved because the actual cleaning took less than three minutes and she didn’t have any time to realize that having other people clean your teeth is actually a low point in life for most people. Also, Frozen was playing on the ceiling, so I think every time she started to get uncomfortable, her little brain was like, “oh, that actually really tickles and I wish we were done and…oh, hey, that snowman is so funny!”
It was also just the amount of time to entertain Calvin and keep him from being trouble. I don’t think that he’ll really remember this visit, but I hope some little corner of his mind remembers the smell and sounds of the dentist office and associates it with Eva giggling and being excited to be there. As it was, he was so jealous that he wasn’t getting any attention that they ended up giving him his own Winnie-the-Pooh toothbrush. I think I have another dental convert on my hands.
After the cleaning was finished, we waited for the doctor and I tried to talk Eva down from her perma-grin after the hygienist complimented her nice teeth.
Then the dentist came in and went over her x-rays, which were all fine, and he told her that she does a great job brushing her teeth. At this point, Eva immediately demanded her reward for doing a good job, which was a little embarrassing but I guess not out of the ordinary for three-year-olds. It was also embarrassing to watch her shop the toy drawer as if she were picking out the last toy she’d ever have, but eventually she picked a princess crown. She also got a bag of dental goodies and a rubber bracelet for being in the no-cavities club.
All in all, it was a great visit and we were in and out in thirty minutes. I have nothing but bad memories of the dentist from my childhood. Everything from the outdated Highlights magazines to the long wait times to the sour fluoride rinse is burned into my brain. I’m so happy that Eva is having a totally different experience, since I can’t imagine how stressful it must be to drag reluctant children to their teeth cleanings.
Of course, if somebody gave me a crown for going to the dentist, I might go a little more often myself…