I took Zinashi for her ever first dentist appointment today. For those of you who are wondering why we'd wait eighteen months into our life together to make a dental appointment, I'd like to offer the following information. When we visited the international adoption clinic upon arrival in Kansas City, the only thing Zinashi would not voluntarily allow the doctor to do was look inside her mouth. He laid her down and gently held her mouth open, then confirmed what he suspected given her birth culture and her level of protest. At some point in her young life, Zinashi had a uvulectomy done. Go ahead and click on the link. I'll wait.
Do you understand now why we'd bide our time and wait until she was merely nervous about what would happen as opposed to terrified of opening her mouth? And why I was a little nervous myself as we rode to the dentist's office?
Well, I needn't have worried. First, they wowed Zinashi with their collection of noisy toys in the waiting room.
"Mami, why don't any of my toys make noise like this microphone?" Sweetie, it's because I choose not to suffer unless we are in your dentist's office.
Then they took her back and started to explain what was going to happen. She was still a little nervous.
Note Viva the pink dog; Zinashi would like you to know that Viva is a boy. He came along for moral support. What a guy!
Then they started breaking out all the dental tools and letting her play with them.
By the time it was X-ray time, she was doing okay, and just needed to hold Viva's paw for support.
Just before the cleaning, they gave her some loaner sunglasses so the exam light wouldn't be too bright for her eyes.
That's it--I'm calling my dentist's office to complain about their level of service. They've already revealed that Zinashi will get to have chocolate toothpaste, and now she gets cool shades as well? NO FAIR.
After that, it was all good. Mouth open wide, quickest cleaning ever, and she was done.
She left with a yellow balloon, a bouncy ball, the usual toothpaste/toothbrush/floss, and a lot of compliments. We'll go back in six months, and I'm pretty sure she'll be excited to go next time. What a relief. I'm so proud of my good, brave girl.