This morning Dylan had his dentist appointment. I wasn't overly concerned about it because he's done pretty well in the past. It usually took a few minutes for him to warm up to the idea and then he was fine. It's far from his favorite thing to do but I think that's true of most people. :-)
Well today was an entirely different store. He was fine when we got there and even went back very willingly. As we were walking back he asked for his B-Calm so we put that on and he climbed up in the chair. She started looking at his teeth and I could see it coming. I could see him getting more and more tense with honestly each second. I tried a few things hoping to avoid the meltdown I could sense but nothing worked. Before I knew what happened he was out of the chair, running down the hall.
I eventually got to him and he was so upset. It broke my heart. I got him to come back in with me and by then the dentist was in the room. We decided that we needed him to at least get a look in D's mouth. He didn't fight us too much as I pretty much bear hugged him through that part. Fortunately, the dentist said that his mouth looked really healthy and he was comfortable waiting to clean them at his next appointment. And luckily I don't have to think about that for another 6 months.
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