We wisely chose a pediatric dentist, and they have one large room with six chairs for routine checkups. That meant we could all go back together. The sweet staff even told us to turn Alex and Isaac loose, and they'd keep an eye on them while Sam and Amelia got their checkups.
Amelia was pretty unsure at first, and Sam screaming his head off didn't help. He started screaming before anyone even came near him. Usually he's so sweet, but he was not happy about being there. Once we let Amelia go over to see Sam and tell him that it was OK, she hopped up in the chair and did great.
Alex fussed some, and Isaac upped the ante by NOT screaming. Instead he clamped his mouth shut as tightly as possible.
The tooth count is:
Amelia - 20
Sam - 8 with #9 on the way
Isaac - 8
Alex - 6
All smiles were pronounced perfect, and we came home with a bag full of goodies. There were the usual stickers, toothbrushes and toothpaste. And Amelia got to bring home a mask, gloves, a little dental mirror and some flossers. So she could play dentist.
Amelia checks out her brushing job in her dentist's mirror.
By the time we got home she had her mirror out and her mask on and couldn't wait to get in the house to play dentist.
"OK, Mom. You be the kid and I'll be the dentist."
I looked at Jeff, who knows that the dentist's office is one of my least favorite places, and muttered under my breath, "Welcome to hell." He just laughed and left me to be Amelia's first victim...um, patient.
At least Amelia let me lay down for the examination, and that's close enough to getting a nap to count around here.