I felt pressured from doctors/nutritionists to make sure we started getting Michael to the dentist (even as early as one-year of age)! We also had a couple of friends with kid's Michael's age who already had some terrible teeth problems. I wasn't concerned about Michael's teeth, because I couldn't see anything abnormal in there, but we did set up an appointment when he turned 2 years old. He didn't like anything about it (except the waiting room with toys). I sat with him but was very turned off by the dentist who just came in and counted his teeth and then walked away. We were in the room for less than a minute and I paid $10 for that visit. I could've counted his teeth! In the future, I won't be taking my kids in to the dentist until they are 4, unless of course I can see something wrong in there.
With that backstory unfolded for you, I consider this week's adventure:
Michael's first "Official" trip to the dentist
He wasn't sure what to think of this ensuing field trip. In fact, on one of the patient forms that I was filling out, it said, "Does the patient have a fear of the dentist? Rate on a scale of 1(not at all)-10(very scared)." Michael answered, "3", so I wrote it down. :)
Our dentist is also our Bishop, so I was pretty sure he would be awesome with Michael. In fact, he had just been to our house a couple of weeks before and played some inside-ball with him. Dr/Bsh Tanner reminded Michael of this fact when he entered the room, but Michael "didn't remember that."
The hygienist was way awesome with Michael. She prepped him on all the tools, and enthusiastically kept Michael in-the-know of exactly what she was putting in his mouth. She even gave him the yellow sunglasses because the small black ones just weren't cool enough.
He initially held onto that chair for dear life, especially when she started lowering it. He didn't want to lean back at all! She got him to go back a little bit and worked with him like that. Dr. Tanner was unaware of this though, and when he came in, he just lowered the chair on him without warning! His face broke out in utter fear like he was about to go on a loopy-rollercoaster. But, he was just fine and even got a prize and a new toothbrush.
I knew it was a success when he said afterwards, "Okay Mom! Let's come back tomorrow!"