Why the spotty enamel? Two things, the stress of a premature birth and the magnesium that I had to be on during my pregnancy... Magnesium depletes ones calcium and everything it did to me, it did to my babies. In some twisted way, I felt guilty that the medicine that I took hurt my babies, but I quickly reminded myself that without the medicine they wouldn't even be here!
(As a side note, I find it funny that since being a mother, I find the silliest things to feel guilty about!!)
When I think about going to the dentist, I think of a calm, quiet office environment where everyone speaks in hushed tones. I was nervous about taking my wild 2 year olds, not knowing what to expect. When we got there, the front office was a little challenging, some books and some toys, but not much to keep them occupied. And why do they think I am abandoning them when I go to turn in paperwork 5 ft away?!? (The paperwork I have to fill out for any appointment of any kind is a full time job in and of itself.)
Anyway, when we got called back it was like a scene from a movie... The doors opened and it was fabulously chaotic!!! An open concept room, HUGE play area, kids running around, parents sitting on top of kids so the hygentists could clean teeth. We fit right in! Relief!
As typical to their personalities, some didn't mind the cleanings and some screamed bloody murder. (Details below.)
And last thing.... Lest you think I am a saint... I split up the visits into 2 days. :)
Sidney -- Charmed everyone. Loved sitting in the chair. Didn't mind brushing herself, but didn't care for the dentist poking into her mouth.