As I mentioned in my first post, the next "torture day" was Apr. 24, 2009. That day I took Little Fatty to the specialist's office at 8:30 in the morning.
I never imagined that there would be so many early birds. I had thought Little Fatty might be the first patient. There were already several kids waiting there and I could clearly hear some kid screaming in the treatment room, which scared me very much.
Soon after I filled out some forms, it was our turn . The dental specialist is a middle-aged and nice-looking lady. When she approached Little Fatty with smile, Little Fatty was happy to lay on the chair with not suspecting anything. The specialist spoke fluent Mandarin, so she can communicate to her every procedure. Even then, only after a few minutes, Little Fatty could not bear it even though the specialist told her it was just a check. After the check, she advised that it was not worth fixing her teeth, because if they were to do the fillings, they would have to have her wrapped on the chair with a bed sheet and have her head fastened in a special clip, which may lead to incredible suffering for her. As for her cavities, they were tiny, which the last treatment had drilled them totally. What I should do in the future is to brush her teeth twice a day, cut out all sweets, floss her teeth after every meal and apply some fluoride on her bad teeth before bedtime.
CUT OUT all the SWEETS? Is that possible? The specialist also added that if I do as she says, Little Fatty's bad teeth will remain in good condition until she gets permanent teeth. Otherwise, it will affect her. I know it's hard on both her and me, but I have no choice. I just imagine that every Halloween Little Fatty is gonna say 'trick or treat salty'.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Little Fatty's first dental treatment
As long as little fatty lives with us, the only gain she gets are weight and teeth cavities. What a bonus for her! What a terrible reward for our parenting!
As long as big fatty keeps brushing little fatty's teeth, the cavity still comes out, which completely depresses big fatty's parenting confidence. It's just like the more big fatty brushes, the more the cavities come out, and the less interest of brushing teeth little fatty has. That's really frustrating!
Being a responsible parent, taking care of little fatty is my life-long duty. Yesterday, big fatty decided to take her to the dentist to fix her teeth. I'd hoped the cavities would be on the front teeth which I thought might be treated more easily. But only after several minutes, I realized that I was totally wrong. Little fatty could not bear the treatment for even one minute. The dentist almost used out her personnels to make her stay on the dental chair with my assistance. Once she laid down on the chair, her eyes reflected a scared look and she only opened her mouth with half way not enough for dental tools. The dentist had to use a special tool to enlarge her mouth and then quickly honed in on her cavities. Just then, she began crying. Oh, wait a minute, actually she began screaming. The tears she manufactured were like a volcano erupting, which turned her face deep red, and made her sweat. Big fatty was very upset and could not look at little fatty's suffering while holding her head still. But it still didn't work. The usual adult treatment is only half an hour or a maximum of 3 quarters, but for little fatty, it took 1 hour to fix only half her mounts. The dentist could not do the fillings, no matter what method she used, such as offering a doll, threated her that big fatty was gonna leave or just remaining few more minutes to go. I was also so sad for her. Finally, for those who were waiting for treatment as scheduled, the dentist quit trying, and instructed receptionist to write a letter of referral for us. Big fatty had no choice but to book another treatment. The next torture date is Apr. 24. They told me they will have little fatty sleep.
No one likes dentists, but everyone needs them.
As long as big fatty keeps brushing little fatty's teeth, the cavity still comes out, which completely depresses big fatty's parenting confidence. It's just like the more big fatty brushes, the more the cavities come out, and the less interest of brushing teeth little fatty has. That's really frustrating!
Being a responsible parent, taking care of little fatty is my life-long duty. Yesterday, big fatty decided to take her to the dentist to fix her teeth. I'd hoped the cavities would be on the front teeth which I thought might be treated more easily. But only after several minutes, I realized that I was totally wrong. Little fatty could not bear the treatment for even one minute. The dentist almost used out her personnels to make her stay on the dental chair with my assistance. Once she laid down on the chair, her eyes reflected a scared look and she only opened her mouth with half way not enough for dental tools. The dentist had to use a special tool to enlarge her mouth and then quickly honed in on her cavities. Just then, she began crying. Oh, wait a minute, actually she began screaming. The tears she manufactured were like a volcano erupting, which turned her face deep red, and made her sweat. Big fatty was very upset and could not look at little fatty's suffering while holding her head still. But it still didn't work. The usual adult treatment is only half an hour or a maximum of 3 quarters, but for little fatty, it took 1 hour to fix only half her mounts. The dentist could not do the fillings, no matter what method she used, such as offering a doll, threated her that big fatty was gonna leave or just remaining few more minutes to go. I was also so sad for her. Finally, for those who were waiting for treatment as scheduled, the dentist quit trying, and instructed receptionist to write a letter of referral for us. Big fatty had no choice but to book another treatment. The next torture date is Apr. 24. They told me they will have little fatty sleep.
No one likes dentists, but everyone needs them.
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