...by this tiny Little Man who lays so relaxed and open on the dentists chair. What trust they have in us and to all that we introduce them to. Little darlings... it really hits home when you see them so vulnerable and yet so trusting.
But on the light side, I giggled and giggled and in the end had to take the photo. Such a crack up of a kid. He is gorgeous with his sunnies on and the legs all relaxed and floppy. Every time they took the dental instruments out of his mouth, he would give me a huge smile.
The shock horror tantrum of it all hit when we reached the car... the indignity of it all, the shock of having a teeny weeny filling, the need for it to be 'out' of my mouth, the strange feeling of a foreign body in place of his tooth. It was disastrous and went on and on and on. And back we go on Monday for some fissure seals... Heaven help me then!
Big brother was so supportive, upping his total fillings to three instead of one, and saying that soon it will be fine, you won't even notice it soon.
"YES! YES I WILL NOTICE IT SOON! BECAUSE SHE SAID I WOULD GET USED TO IT SOON AT THE DENTISTS AND NOW WE ARE NEARLY AT SCHOOL AND I CAN STILL FEEL IT. GET IT! GET IT!"
Hmmmm... Wish me luck!
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