Dental Nightmare

Chloe, her Mommy and her Daddy went to the dentist today to get our bi-annual cleaning. It started out innocently enough. Chloe decided to go first.


She gets into the dental chair. Doc and assistant are buttering her up. No one is anticipating any problems because her last dental cleaning went so perfectly 6 months ago. Yaya and I are smiling, doing small claps for her. Then Mommy takes a few steps to put her handbag down. Mommy gets back in less than ten seconds. Doc pulls out that one of her dental tools (the one in the picture, far right) and then it happens.


She bursts out in tears. Just like that. Real tears, mind you, and was completely inconsolable for the next 5 minutes.


So Daddy and Mommy go first with their cleaning. But even after that, she was still scared. Would barely open her mouth, so Doc had to settle for peeks at her teeth. Mommy and Daddy even took turns letting Chloe sit on their lap whiel Doc tried to pry her mouth open. No more tears, but definite defiance. Doc gave her a squeegie ball to squeeze and a latex glove. No dice.


Oh well. Maybe we'll try again next week.