The Dentist is Your Friend

My husband is one of those people who hates the dentist.  He's come a long way since I first met him, but he still avoids check ups like you or I might avoid a pushy door to door salesman.

happy teeth = happy kids

I've never had a problem with the dentist.  Maybe it's because my mom was a dental assistant, but I've never thought a trip to the dentist was any big deal, even when I've had to have not so enjoyable work done.  In fact, now that I'm a mom I look forward to the dentist because it's an hour where I can just lay down and not have three little voices calling for me.  A check up is actually quite relaxing.

My kids, fortunately, have picked up on my attitude.  (Their dad has been careful to always frame trips to the dentist in a good light, even if that's not how he really feels.)  All three of them are scheduled for check ups today, and all three are happy about it.  It helps that we have an awesome dentist.  He's not a pediatric dentist, just the same guy I've been seeing since I was fresh out of college, but he's really terrific with kids.  He's friendly and positive and very relaxed.  In fact, Miss E once had to have a bunch of fillings.  After careful consideration, our dentist decided he could fill them with out even a shot of Novocaine.  Since the shot was the part Miss E was most afraid of, she didn't mind at all that he was working on her teeth.  When I see friends who's kids have to be sedated even for check ups, I'm so grateful my kids actually look forward to the dentist.  I hope that feeling lasts their whole lives!