Before the blog was attacked I was doing a series of posts regarding how difficult it is to build a great relationship between the dentist office and your toddler. Fear of the dentist has controlled my life forever, and it was not until about two years ago that the fear stopped, so I know how hard it can be.
The stage has been set: Tomorrow is attempt #2 at my sons cavity filled. Tomorrow, I will take him, instead of mommy taking him and sit him in the chair and encourage him to let the dentist do their job. Tomorrow, the battle over the silly gas begins anew. In the past attempt, Eli would gladly hold the mask but as soon as the dentist took it from him, he flipped out.
This time we do it my way. Eli will have his own mask to play with, I will have a mask to play with and the doctor will use a mask on him. Once he gets the sleepy gas, I know all will be good. The magic gas solves all problems (and might create the throw up in my new car problem).
I will bring toys, promises to visit the music store, maybe even buy him a tuba if it gets him to sit still and let the guy do his thing. Wish me luck, because as all parents know, getting your kid to the dentist and out alive is a hard thing to do.