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Yesterday marked Harper's first official visit to the dentist. I was nervous that we were in for a full-fledged meltdown, as discussions about the dentist have led to such remarks as:
"I don't yike the dentist!"
"I am not going to open my mouf at the dentist!"
"I won't sit in the chair for the dentist!"
Much to my surprise, she did great!
I was holding my breath nearly the entire time, waiting for Harper to totally freak out, but she was an angel.
I have to give a ton of credit to the hygienist, who is obviously skilled at working with children. She showed Harper everything before she used it, let her ask questions and touch things, and proceeded slowly, so as not to cause alarm.
Harper even let her polish and floss her teeth, which completely shocked me. Not that I expect Harper to be ill-behaved, but she has a history of being very tentative in new situations, of being wary of new people, and of freaking out at the doctor's office (where she was known, for a time, as The Girl Who Screams).
Nana was there, having stayed with Harper and then arrived at the dentist with her to see the end of my cleaning and exam. Ann (Nana) and I stood in the doorway, practically holding our collective breath, as Harper went from one part of the exam to another without incident.
The most difficult part? Picking a toy from the treasure chest.