On Monday Mary Ella went to the dentist for the first time.
I avoided taking her for a while because
a) I have a fear of dentists and I hate going.
b) She's a lot like me.
c) I feared the screaming-crying-meltdown more than I feared the dentist himself.
But I finally decided we'd take the plunge.
I prayed for her on the way there - that she'd be brave, that she'd have a good first experience,
and that her teeth would be healthy and wouldn't require any extra treatment.
I really didn't know what to expect, but she did great. It was like she'd been there a hundred times before.
She went with the hygienist by herself to get her x-rays done.
She crawled up onto the chair by herself and she answered their questions and did everything they told her to do. I was really proud of her, and so thankful that her first trip was a good one.
She was able to choose her toothpaste flavor (cookie dough - ugh) as well as her flouride flavor (strawberry) and she laughed when the lady showed her how to spit into the 'sucker.'
Her teeth looked healthy and showed no signs of cavities, according to Dr. C.
She picked out a small doggy figurine as her prize along with a Dora toothbrush and a baby Einstein caterpillar toothbrush for her brother.
We go back in 6 months for another checkup!