Have you ever gone to the dentist with a three-year-old child? Not? Then you are very lucky! Most recently, I experienced all the delights of visiting a children’s dentist.
To begin with, my daughter started having problems in two and a half years: traces of caries appeared on her front teeth. Then I dragged her to the dentistry at our children’s clinic. I don’t know that my daughter didn’t like it there, but she started yelling at the entrance to the office. As a result, the doctor barely looked at her teeth, fixed the need for treatment and … let go, because she had no strength to deal with the screaming girl.
We made a second attempt a few months later when our daughter forgot about the first unsuccessful visit.
Attempt number 2
Understanding that the doctor would agree to treat an intractable girl of three years only for a lot of money, I began to monitor private dental clinics that had children’s rooms.
After reading reviews and comparing prices, I opted for a small dentistry in the city center. They took us literally the next day.
To begin with, I was very impressed by the office! On the walls there are drawn cartoon characters, in the corner there is a TV where cartoons are going, even an armchair is bright orange!
The doctor was a young, very nice girl. The first visit is an acquaintance. The child was rolled up and down in the dental chair, the plaque was removed from the teeth, covered with a special lacquer that prevents the spread of caries, gave cubes as a gift and released back home with the words: Next week we will be engaged in treatment.
Needless to say, but all week her daughter told others how great it was to treat her teeth. Even my husband, trunk, imbued with! As a result, on the next trip, dentistry was shrouded in a halo of unprecedented adventure.
Attempt number 3
It all started beautifully: traditional skating in a chair, a little bee machine that drives out evil worms from the teeth, a pocket mirror … My daughter endured all this stoically, but at the moment when the doctor had only to put a filling, the daughter closed her mouth and said: That’s it! Let’s go home!
Both I and the doctor knew perfectly well that it would not work to leave dentistry with two holes in my teeth. But the daughter was not to persuade. She flatly refused to open her mouth. After half an hour of persuasion, I realized: in the good this time will not work!
Further remember vaguely. The doctor made a solution for the filling, I opened my daughter’s mouth, the doctor put the filling in a few seconds and leveled it with a spatula. Daughter at this time screaming heart-rending.
As soon as she was released, the little brawler immediately asked: Are we going to ride the chair? The doctor breathed out: We will!
My daughter returned home with a gift in the form of a puzzle, and I had a headache: how to heal the last tooth? While I am waiting for my daughter to forget the previous visit.