the dentist...

Unfortunately, the treasure in my life just doesn't have the best teeth. Extended nursing and probably a lot of genetics helped create a couple of cavities in his little mouth. I felt so bad for him when he had to get his first filling as a preschooler and felt so responsible as his mom. But with the help of a great dentist and a little medicine to help calm his nerves at the appointment, he did just great. (Without said medicine, there would have been no hope for any work being done!) Well, fast forward to this year and one of those cavities is worse and it's such a small tooth (with such a big cavity) that the dentist has recommended an extraction. :( My child is terrified and the first attempt at this procedure didn't go well at all. In fact, the fear of taking the not-so-pleasant medicine that helps relax him was so enormous for him this round that no amount of gentle coaxing, tricks, bribes, or help from mom, Grandma, the dental assistants or the dentist put an end to the tears, the screaming, the huge fit that ensued that morning. He just wasn't going to let it happen. So, attempt #2 is scheduled for tomorrow and this time Daddy is going to take him and work his magic. We've all done a lot of talking with Marek about it and his attitude is much better about it this time. I think he'll be strong and get through the medicine just fine this time. Here's hoping... I hate to see him have to go through this. I just love that boy so much!