...this should really read "first dentist appointment as a life metaphor." so, you've been warned.
because hadley is oddly obsessed with dental equipment these days {toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss}, i was way more excited for this first visit than i should have been.
plus, the dentist had a baby the week our original appointment was scheduled {rude}, so i had way too much time to get amped up for this milestone. i mean girlfriend brought her own brush to the game. the excitement was mutual.
when we arrived, hadley was simply awestruck by all the dental hygiene paraphernalia.
however, once we got settled in the exam room, she became a tiny bit leery of the set-up. i fully expected this.
she teetered back and forth between brave/curious and hesitant/clingy the entire time. this behavior always feels very déjà vu-ish to me. i know that insecure feeling so well.
my mom says i the exact same when i was younger. so this all makes sense. and it is what makes me most confident as a mother.
like somehow i know how to be there for hadley because her feelings are my own. am i blowing your mind right now? probably not. the feeling is so hard to describe.
with hadley, a laid back approach to parenting seems to work best. i don't have push her, she will venture out when she's ready. pushing too early on anything backfires on me in a hurry usually in the form a meltdown. however, i don't have to hold her back either, she is plenty cautious on her own. i just have to hang tight and she'll come back to me when she needs reassurance. #life.
the only time hadley cried was when the dentist literally had her fingers in her mouth. i'll count that as a win. plus, i got the sweetest hugs afterward.
the whole team at little smiles was amazing. obviously hadley's teeth were crazy clean because she walks around with a toothbrush in her mouth.
{confession time} i did not realize how dangerous it can be for her to keep a toothbrush in her mouth at all times. what if she fell? OUCH. so the hygienist set us with a soft silicone banana brush.
it's a genius piece of equipment. dishwasher safe and easily chilled in the freezer for teething.
speaking of, we are just waiting on one last canine to pop through and then we should get a break until her 2-year molars try to make an appearance.
does anyone else get tired of using the "she's teething" excuse?
I'm like, "i know, i know, i said that last week, last month, last year. BUT FO' REAL, today is the WORST teething day we've had in awhile. i swear. i promise my kid isn't always this cranky."
but in my head i'm saying, "sweet lord, i pray it's those evil teeth turning my cherub child into a whiny lunatic."
"otherwise, she's just being rude."