Kimble had his first dentist appointment today. All of the kids had an appointment, actually. I grouped them all together for this appointment, months ago, because if I take one, I take them all. It's just easier that way.
However, they saved Kimble's time until the end, after we'd already been there two hours. It wasn't much fun, let me tell you, to keep up his enthusiasm. In the beginning, he was happy and telling everyone "I'm Kimble!" and showing the workers his teeth, but by the time he was called back, he was hungry and tired and bored and frustrated...and so was I.
He opened his mouth for about 20 seconds (about as long as it took me to take this picture), and then after that, he wouldn't have anything to do with the dentist, the assistants, the chair, the toothbrush, the light or the sunglasses or the fun swivel chairs. He was done! Then, we had to wait another 25 minutes for the doctor to come in, and when she finally waltzed in, Kimble was throwing a little tantrum because I wouldn't let him jump off the reclining chair. The dentist asked "What's wrong with him?" and I had to really bite my tongue not to tell her all the reasons why my three-year-old wasn't having a great time at the dentist, which was completely their fault. Ugh.
So it looks like he might have a cavity, but they couldn't check it out because he clamped his jaw shut and wouldn't open his mouth for any amount of bribing. Kamy has gingivitis. Kolby and Kennedy both have multiple fillings, and Keaton has to get a tooth pulled (or get a root canal, so we opted to have it pulled since it's a baby tooth). It was hard enough for me to keep control of my anxiety, let alone be a responsible mom during the process. I'm hyperventilating just writing this post, not to mention the cost of what's to come. Not good at all.