Prior to this day, I've referred to our dentist as the "cartoon dentist." He's a bit, um, comic looking. He's also very kind. For Ashlyn's first appointment, he didn't even take her into the exam room. He just told her that she would get to pick a toy if she opened her mouth. The end. Except for the part where he told me, after looking for 5 seconds, that she had cavities. (We are not going to discuss why she has cavities. I feel bad enough. Thankyouverymuch.)
Today, she had those cavities filled. The dentist assured me that by giving her valium beforehand, she will not remember this for long. I hope not. It was really quite a terrible experience. Ashlyn sat on my lap. She did really well with the numbing, and he had her close her eyes while he was giving the shot. Then, he started drilling. She started squirming a little bit and then crying and screaming. I started crying. He kept drilling. She kept crying and trying to wiggle around to face me. I just held her and held down her hands. And cried. And thought not very nice thoughts about the dentist who no longer seemed like a cartoon, but a torturer. With which I was helping him.
When he was finished, Ashlyn was crying in my arms and saying "a boo-boo" while pointing to her mouth. I was trying to reassure her. The dentist asked her if she would like to pick out a toy. She stopped crying and said "yes." I felt a little better after that. Ashlyn is currently sleeping, and will hopefully not remember any of this next week when she has to go back to the dentist.