Operation: Dentist.

Quite a few months ago (maybe even a year) Niave had a sore tooth. We took her off for her first visit to the dentist but it didn't go very well. Let's just say she was not particularly co-operative! However, in the 2 and a half seconds that she kept her mouth open he was able to see that there were quite a few, um, what shall we say, problems!

It was decided then that he would need to do what he needed to do under general anaesthetic but it was difficult to find a theatre and a date and in the meantime she stopped complaining and so the whole thing was put on hold.

Recently she started complaining again and so today we went for Round 2!

The funny thing is that everyone (including us) assumes she is scared of the dentist for the reasons that adults don't like going - drills, injections etc. but she doesn't know about that, the reason she doesn't like the dentist is because she doesn't like the taste of his gloves!!!

She wasn't too partial to the mask either, so a quick chat to the receptionist and he appeared maskless and gloveless for our appointment:-)

Of course she is a whole lot older now and has much more self control, not nearly as prone to raging fits of screaming as she used to be!

Anyway, she hopped up onto the chair and held her jaws open big and wide!

It is not a happy tale, there is something wrong with nearly every tooth, mostly milk spots but also a few holes. It's totally my fault for letting her fall asleep with a milky bottle for two years of her life.

Anyway, a date has been booked and we will have our first visit to "hospital" - not so sure how much self control will displayed on that occasion...watch this space!