Some people know how to work with kids. Some don’t. Fortunately our dentist is in the former group.
“Daaaaddy!” I heard yelled excitedly from up our town’s main street even before I spotted my seven year old daughter.
This was a good sign.
Miss7 has had a sore tooth for days and we’d been anticipating the need for a filling.
By which I mean we’d been anticipating a fair bit of blood – mostly the dentist’s. We figured there’d also be yelling and screaming and scratching and tantrums.
Instead, the little girl running up to me was giggling and skipping and looked rather pleased with the world.
“Couldn’t they fit you in?” I asked my wife.
It seemed like the only explanation.
“Oh, no,” said Tracey. “She’s had the filling.”
I glanced at my daughter again, who by now was singing and swinging off my arm, seemingly with the intention of dislocating it.
“How strong were the drugs?” I asked.
“He was excellent with her,” said Tracey. “He took his time and showed her everything he was using and what he was doing.”
I truly expected the dentist would be fighting her the whole way. I guess it just goes to show the right approach with kids means you can overcome their fears.
“I’m proud of you,” I said to Miss7, peeling her off my thigh and lifting her up for a hug. “You did really well. I thought you might have been tempted to chuck a tantrum and scream.”
“Oh, I wanted to scream,” Miss7 explained to me. She actually screamed the word ‘scream’ to make her point, which was a little unnecessary as her mouth was only an inch from my ear. “I really, really did want to scream,” she went on. “But I couldn’t because they all had their hands in my mouth!”
Like I said, it just goes to show all you need with kids is the right approach.
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