Today marks the day Jake officially looses his first two baby teeth. He is 7 years and 7 months so let’s see, compare to his peers, somewhat late and again, couldn’t have had happened without manual intervention. Story of Jake’s life, so what should this be any different, right?!
All jokes aside, Jake hates, hates, hates going to the dentist. There were quite a few dental visits that we went in and came out without the doctor even managed to get a toothpick into his mouth, pretty strong for a hypotonic child, wouldn’t you say. The worst dental ordeal we had was when an experienced chief dentist at a well established children's' dental office, that advertised as having experience treating children with special needs, screamed on the top of his lungs because Jake had firmed clammed down on his finger. Everyone in the office rushed in to see what happened, while the dentist and his assistant frantically trying to get Jake to open his tightly closed jaw so he can get his finger back. It was a horrible experience for everyone, especially for Jake.
Therefore, I dread taking Jake to the dentist, but he has two teeth growing behind the baby teeth and the baby teeth are not coming loose at all, so something had to be done. My husband came with me to take Jake to the appointment today, because I refused to go alone, and can you blame me? Thank goodness today’s dental visit went much, much, much better than I had hoped for. The resident doctor who treated Jake at Schneider Children's’ dental clinic rocked; she was warm and caring to Jake, and at the same time she moved in quickly and precisely. Jake still struggled but she took care business and made us felt very confident that Jake was in good hands. Thanks, Dr. Chin.
I wanted to take a picture of Jake’s mouth, but he is not letting anyone go near there, so maybe next time.
