Jen and I knew that at age four we were late getting The Bean in for his first appointment. We were also pretty sure that we'd discovered a cavity in one of his molars. He absolutely refused every fluoride toothpaste we'd tried to have him brush with, but we started flossing more vigilantly and prepped him that the dentist was likely going to tell him that he needed to start using new toothpaste.
Sprout loves brushing her teeth with any kind of toothpaste, but she still nurses before bed which I know isn't great for dental hygiene. She sometimes seems to have spots on her front teeth, so I was concerned about what the dentist might say about that too.
We managed to get to our appointment on time. Sprout was dressed in an Anna (Frozen) dress and Chuck Taylors, and The Bean decided today was the day to break in his new boots by stepping in every mud puddle on the way to to the office, but hey, we got there.
I was sure that The Bean would hop right into the chair and that Sprout would cling to me, but he was actually the one who acted a bit nervous and Sprout called out "Me! Me!" when the hygienist asked who would go first. Go figure.
Overall, I was impressed with the hygienist. She playfully explained what she was going to do each step of the way, demonstrating with the tools on the kids' fingernails before asking them to open wide. She complemented them on being super-cooperative and having beautiful teeth. She was good.
She said that she could see a few spots on The Beans teeth and wanted to take x-rays. Sprout and I left the room.
The dentist came in to look at the kids' teeth and review the x-rays. She was also very personable, if slightly less playful. And while I wouldn't say she guilt-tripped me, I felt like a complete failure of a parent when she said that The Bean's x-rays showed SEVEN cavities. SEVEN. (Three on biting surfaces, and two shared between two teeth.) She asked about his eating habits, snacks, and dental hygiene. She pointed out the things that we should change. I didn't tell her that his preferred beverage is chocolate almond milk. I figured admitting to his raisin habit was enough.
So, we now have to schedule him in for dental work. We've decided that we'll do one appointment under general anesthetic rather than two or three with local. Less chance for traumatization. (I hope!) Poor kiddo.
Poor Sprout too. No more chocolate milk for her either.