Dentist Disaster

I finally made an appointment to take Elise to the dentist. Since Elise LOVES to brush her teeth, I thought this might be right up her alley. We talked about the dentist for weeks before the much-anticipated morning. We talked about the special chair, the dental assistant counting her teeth, opening her mouth really big to show off her beautiful teeth, picking out her very own toothbrush to take home.....you get the idea.

We arrived at the office and Elise was really excited about the train that runs around the top of the office. She asked a bunch of questions right away, totally calm and happy for the one-on-one attention from mom.

And then we went back to the examination room. There were probably 3 or 4 little kids all laying back in chairs while the dental staff worked on their teeth. Elise's eyes got BIG and she decided the dentist was not for her. She did not want to sit in the special chair. She did not want to taste the toothpaste or let the instruments tickle her teeth. She barely opened her little mouth. She was unimpressed that they didn't have a red toothbrush for her. She didn't want a pink one. And then, the dentist came over, put on a mask, and Elise LOST it. Crying, squirming, kicking- lost it. They managed to pry her mouth open for a quick look and some fluoride, and I left with a tearful, "I'm never coming back to the dentist again" determined little girl.

They said they'd see us in 6 months, but I'm pretty sure daddy will take her next time.

I did manage to convince Elise to sit in the chair for a picture, before the visit turned disaster: