Unfortunately, my babies got bad heredity along the teeth line. And we had to go to the dentist for treatment quite early.
Children on the way to the doctor did not feel any emotion, how could they know what their uncle would do. But I was bad.
Honestly, I was shivering with fear. I wanted the little ones not to be hurt, and not to be turned away from this office forever. Because my experience of dental treatment in childhood has settled in me in some sort of archaic layer, and I still feel the fear of the dentist. Worried terribly, but it turned out, in vain.
The doctor uncle Andrew did not attack the children with a request: Open your mouth, uncle will look! And at first he gave the little girls the opportunity to walk around, look around, feel all kinds of levers, look at the cars.
He turned on and off various lamps so that the children got used to the light in their eyes. I rolled them on the chair: I changed the position of the back to interest the girls and create a feeling of comfort, no matter what position the chair was afterwards.
Andrew showed how he will sit. He acquainted the daughters with the nurse and gave them the opportunity to talk.
When I noticed that my children relaxed and began to behave like their own, she made a sign to the doctor to begin treatment.
Only after this, the dentist suggested that one of the sisters welcome to the chair. The younger one turned out to be bolder, and maybe her curiosity simply played more. But Sanya sat down and grabbed the handles stronger.
My daughter looked at me with all her eyes, after all something unclear is happening. But when I saw that outwardly I did not show any signs of anxiety, but, on the contrary, wink at her, I turned my attention to the manipulation of the doctor.
We treat teeth
Sanka did everything that the doctor said. I understood that the most painful procedure for her was an injection of an anesthetic. But, in spite of everything, she held the little cam on the cheek, and then bravely endured the treatment of two teeth. Only by the way her fingers sometimes squeezed the chair railing, I understood that she was uncomfortable.
I liked the tactics of the doctor. If, before the start of treatment, he was sweet and sociable, he joked with the children, then during the treatment he became as focused as possible, did everything clearly, silently. Not a single movement and word without introducing into the situation of the game moment. That is, he did not give the child the opportunity to either scoff, talk, or play around.
I was also impressed that in the 20 minutes that we were in dentistry, no one spoke about fear. These traditional phrases did not sound like: Do not worry, it does not hurt, from which it is born.
When the treatment was over, and Sanka got up on her legs, the doctor asked if she liked to treat her teeth and if she would come again. By the way, I was also interested. My daughter answered in the affirmative and added that she did not hurt at all. I looked in the mirror at my little white teeth without black dots and was quite pleased.
I was pleased. In me I hoped for hope that the baby would be able to go to the dentist for the rest of her life on time and safely.
What are your impressions of the first visit to the dentist with children?