Jack and Thomas went to the dentist for the first time this week.
Last week, one of Jack's teeth started to look discolored (as in turning gray) and so I called the dentist and made an appointment.
I was dreading this appointment because I ignored missed the memo about taking a child to the dentist by the age of one. I was already feeling guilty about that, then add in a gray tooth, and I was preparing to accept my terrible mother title.
However, it was so much better than I expected.
The dentist's office was a kids paradise, there were picnic tables with toys and books, and a tree built into the wall, video games, and bright colors everywhere.
Even though I was nervous, I told Jack about all the cool things that happen at the dentist, and he was excited.
He got x-rays and watched TV while they were cleaning his teeth. He loved it!
When the dentist told me that the discoloration was NOT caused from anything I did, I was so relieved. It was probably caused by a fall or a trauma to his teeth, not due to hygiene negligence.
Thomas also met with the dentist, and in true Thomas style - cried the entire time.
At least he has clean teeth.
Oh, and not once was I called a terrible mother, even when they found out Thomas still has a binki.
