Chattanooga, TN, Family

Finn and The Dentist

He's pretty awesome
He’s pretty awesome

I used to write about my family, music, and other things on this blog a lot more in the past, but in the last few years I’ve focused solely on library stuff. I’ve been wanting to get back to opening it up to other topics for a few months now and this moment just seems like the perfect time to do that.

My son Finn has had a pretty rough history with the dentist. When he was 1.5 years old, he had to go into the out patient clinic to have four teeth capped. The poor dude has some iffy genetics when it comes to teeth, so it was not something he could’ve avoided. Oh well. That’s life. He’s had to go back and forth to the dentist for cleanings/checkups since then and it’s never been that much fun for him. When something like that happens to you when you’re a little dude, it stays with you.

When we moved to Chattanooga this past April we quickly got him set up with a new dentist. Knowing that he most likely had some cavities in his molars (yikes!) we wanted to take care of it. We had an appointment to get him used to the dentist about a month ago but it just didn’t work out….he didn’t want to have any of it and the trip instead became an opportunity to show him how cool the dentist could be (and trust me, the dentist here is pretty cool. They have movies, toys, video games, and ICE CREAM). He was pretty cool with the idea of going back. Note: the dentist also gave us a prescription for Demerol to help take the edge off. Hey, don’t we all need that sometimes?

This week, Finn and I made the trek back to the dentist. I went back with him, reminded him about the video games and then quietly made my way back to the lobby and let him do his thing with the dentist and his assistants. I gave him the option to do what he wanted back there and I was pretty impressed with the results:

Not only did Finn get his teeth cleaned, but he also got X-Rays and gave the dentist a chance to see exactly what we need to do with his teeth (summary? lots of work and braces to come).

He also gave the dentist’s office a taste of his personality (this is what really impressed me). He told the whole office how digestion works (I use my teeth to chew the food, it then goes down my esophagus and into my belly and then I poop it out), recited the entire opening to Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, and negotiated with the dental hygienists to get to sit in the chair how he wanted to (I didn’t want to lie down, I wanted to sit up like a big kid).

To sum it up: I’m proud of him for overcoming his fears, getting what needed to be done finished, and doing it his way.

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