4-year old Jackson informed me on the way that if the dentist even tried to touch his suspect (i.e., decayed) tooth, he would bite him.
"No, you most certainly will NOT bite your dentist," I barked.
"But mommy... (long pause)... Yes. I will."
So, the bribes began early. Because I can't have a child even thinking it's okay to bite his dentist. Or anyone else for that matter.
McDonald's for breakfast, the promise of a special "treat" when all was said and done at the dentist's office, and the added pressure of setting a good example for little sister.
I was so stressed about this appointment. Boy already had one cavity at age 3. And getting that filled was a nightmare. Needless to say, I was not looking forward to this adventure.
Still, in my mind, I'm trying to be positive: We've only seen one spot that looks like a cavity, and he's just getting a cleaning today anyway.
Walked in with our sausage biscuits and hash browns (nice). So far, so good. It's a pediatric dentist's office, so there are toys and cartoons. Even better. They call his name for his X-ray, and he gets the GREEN frog chair. Score!
Bless his heart.
But honestly? It's going so much better than I expected! No meltdowns, no tantrums from either child. Then, after his X-ray, sweet boy gets a GREEN toothbrush to take home, which excites him beyond measure...
AND he gets the little dental stall with the GREEN chair. Thank God.
But just as I was whistling about how great things are going, the dentist has his look-see, and the news is not good.
Poor thing brushes twice a day, only drinks water and milk, and doesn't eat a whole lot of sweets. But the dentist says he has "localized enamel hypo-dysplasia," which is a fancy phrase for rotten teeth. It basically means the enamel on his teeth didn't "lay right" when his teeth were coming in, so he has rough spots where plaque builds up and causes decay. The doctor showed me the spots and promptly informed me that he needs two silver crowns in the back and two, possibly three, areas filled.
Deep breath. That's enough to make a grown man cry. Meantime, little sis was taking it all in herself, eating her sausage biscuit. Wonder what she's thinking? Is she next? Did her enamel "lay right?"
Regardless, I was so proud of my boy! He did so well, he was so proud of himself, and I was proud of him. No tears, no biting. He walked out smiling, with his little bag filled with stickers, his GREEN toothbrush, and the treasure he got to pick. I took him to Target like I told him I would for a "treat." All the while, I was dreading the day he doesn't know is coming. The one in 4 weeks, when he is sedated for crowns and fillings.
You can bet, that day, I'll be reminding him that GREEN is the best color ever, his favorite. And the dentist's office has GREEN everywhere.