No, there hasn't been any more dental trauma in the Vaughn household. (See Minus Two, Plus One.) It was just time for the twins' regular checkup.
Our last dentist visit resulted in my daughter having two teeth pulled after injuring them in a fall. They gave her a sedative for the procedure and promised she wouldn't remember a thing. While she didn't seem bothered by the loss of her teeth, I wasn't sure how much she would remember. Would she remember the dentist's office? Would she remember the dentist or the hygienist? Would those memories trigger a fear because she vaguely knew they went with something traumatic?
Thankfully, I had Grandma and Grandpa to go along as backup should hysterics arise.
When we told the kids about their appointment, they talked about the huge dinosaurs in the waiting room and the others toys they wanted to play with. No mention of the missing teeth. So far, so good.
Upon entering the waiting room, they bee-lined for the toy corner where the enormous dinosaurs awaited. They only got to play for a moment before their names were called. Other than my daughter insisting that my son go first and giving him a push of encouragement, there weren't any problems.
They spent the entire drive home perusing their goodie bags of toothbrushes, toothpaste and mini-flossers.
Another worry put away for six months.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Too Many Cookies, Corduroy
The kids have all had their yearly checkups and their shots.
I tried to prepare the twins for their appointment by telling them they what to expect. They would have to stand on the scale just like Corduroy did in their book Corduroy visits the doctor. The doctor tells Corduroy that he's eaten too many cookies. My son had been been to doctor for a sinus infection so he knew the score. He spent the morning telling me that he was fine and that he didn't need to see the doctor. He was also too big to get a shot. I couldn't convince him that everyone needs to get shots, even Grandma and Corduroy. Then I remembered Corduroy gets a sticker after his shot, so I told him he would get a special treat after his shot. That changed everything. My son couldn't wait for his shot.
Both kids did fairly well. My daughter whimpered a little. My son, a lot more. In fact, he cried most of the evening and his legs were pretty sore.
Two weeks later, it was the little one's turn. As I told the twins that she had to go, my son said, "She gets shots? I got shots. I cried."
The little one did cry, but not nearly as long as her big brother.
I tried to prepare the twins for their appointment by telling them they what to expect. They would have to stand on the scale just like Corduroy did in their book Corduroy visits the doctor. The doctor tells Corduroy that he's eaten too many cookies. My son had been been to doctor for a sinus infection so he knew the score. He spent the morning telling me that he was fine and that he didn't need to see the doctor. He was also too big to get a shot. I couldn't convince him that everyone needs to get shots, even Grandma and Corduroy. Then I remembered Corduroy gets a sticker after his shot, so I told him he would get a special treat after his shot. That changed everything. My son couldn't wait for his shot.
Both kids did fairly well. My daughter whimpered a little. My son, a lot more. In fact, he cried most of the evening and his legs were pretty sore.
Two weeks later, it was the little one's turn. As I told the twins that she had to go, my son said, "She gets shots? I got shots. I cried."
The little one did cry, but not nearly as long as her big brother.
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