I did a lot of prep before our visit, practicing opening his mouth, looking with a flashlight, touching his teeth with my fingers and talking about going to the dentist. He seemed stoked. Just fan the fires of excited a bit more, Chase and I started the day with an extra special breakfast date at IHOP.
Chase loved the make-a-face pancake, and decorated it with yogurt, strawberries, and bananas. All the while we were talking about the dentist. I thought we were ready. I was wrong.
Chase did fine up until the assistant walked him in the room. Then he cowered in the corner. I felt bad, but didn't let him see me sweat. I just reassured him that he was safe and everything was fine, but he is a big boy now that he's 3 and we go to the dentist so she can "count our teeth" (couldn't come up with anything better).
After some bribery (with a video) and some threats (of turning off the video), he begrudging opened his mouth and let them poke around. There was NO WAY he was letting them get anywhere close to him with any of the cleaning devices that make noise. It he could cling to the ceiling, he would have. So we settled for brushing with his new toothbrush, and looking with the mirror. We called it a success and left with a balloon, stickers, and our pride in tact.
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