Joshua had his first visit to the pediatric dentist yesterday. Oh my, it was not a pleasant experience what so ever. We were there for about an hour and he cried for at least 35 minutes, straight. I guess I would too if strange ladies were holding me down and shoving their gloved fingers into my mouth. The good news is that we’ve been doing a great job at brushing his teeth. The bad news is that he may need treatment later to correct an under bite and he has “deficient” enamel on one tooth. The treatment for the under bite isn’t nearly as scary as we thought – it’s simply wearing “head gear” at night to help train the upper jaw to grow outward and the enamel thing isn’t too big of a deal. We just have to watch it and make sure it doesn’t turn into anything more serious. As his 2-year molars come in, we’ll watch those too to make sure the enamel is okay. If it’s not, they will just put a sealant on them since he’ll have those until he’s about 12.When they did the fluoride treatment, I got very upset and sternly said, “is he choking?” I guess that’s the protective mother in me – who would have ever thought! While it was torture for all of us, I think we made the right decision in taking him to the dentist.
