Dia de la Dentista

Yesterday was our annual dentist check up for the boys. Blaine, age 2, did perfectly. He waited patiently for well over an hour without complaining (despite hunger and fatigue setting in). He let the dentist see his pretty pearly whites and got a 'perfect' teeth declaration and a 'keep up the great work!'

Unfortunately, Braylon was not so fortunate or well-controlled. He was supposed to get his teeth cleaned, but never made it that far. He did not believe me that no one was going to give him a shot in the mouth. (Whomever told him about shots in the mouth needs to taken out and shot themselves, in my opinion.) Even when the dentist told him directly that he wouldn't do that, Braylon wouldn't open up. After many tears and one hysterical fit, the dentist did get a suitable exam in. He determined that the little guy has 5 cavities - 4 of which are very old and very deep. The fillings from last year weren't sufficient and the cavities continued to grow. He will require surgery to fix the situation.

To surgery, to surgery (AGAIN) jiggity jig jig...

Not to mention that Braylon's fear of dentist MAY be hereditary. His momma DID get banned from one dentist for biting him and once required surgery for cavities to be filled purely from fear of the dentist chair.