Today DD had a dentist appointment. Her last one (which was her first) went really well, but she’s gotten terribly upset at any mention of another visit (though she can’t tell me why). I did manage to get my FIL to meet us there and watch DS so I figured I’d be able to get her through it.
Since any mention of it led to instant tears I decided this time to not tell her where we were going until we got there. It was an experiment, and the results are in: don’t ever do this again!
The second we walked in and she realized where we were she freaked out. Nothing I or the nurse did, said, or offered helped. The poor kid was terrified and it soon became obvious that nothing was going to get done that day. Just to get the dentist to look in her mouth was an ordeal and it was as hard on me as it was on DD.
Next time I will warn her in advance and let her get her tears out then. She’s going back in 3 months and maybe by then she’ll be better able to handle it. I hope so. She suffers from very crowded teeth, as I did, and monitoring her for cavities is very important. I know we’re going to be in for some major orthodontics in the future!