Ever since Abby shattered her tooth last year, and had to endure the subsequent removal,(without sedation), she has been terrified of going to the dentist. I have been amazed, and saddened by how well she remembers the traumatic (for both of us) event. The time prior to this most recent visit to the dentist when I told her we were going, she replied, "to the scary guy in the yellow shirt?" NO!! We didn't go back to him, we went to the family dentist that we all see. But I couldn't believe it. It had been at least 6 months and she still remembered vividly. Poor thing.
Well, so 2 weeks ago both boys went to the dentist for check-ups and cleanings. Abby got to sit in with Matthew and watch the whole procedure, which made her decide that she's a big girl and she can do that!
So we went the following week, and what do you know, she did it!! It was one of my prouder moments as a mom; watching her little self sit in the big chair, reclined, and very agreeable to let them do what they needed....polish and all! Huge progress!!