No More Sugar Bug

The Sugar Bug.

A much nicer way of saying "cavity". Colby had one. By the time we were referred to a Pediatric Dentist, had the initial appointment, then finally got in to actually have the filling, 2 months had gone by. Not good for a ever growing cavity!

As I sat in the "mother's chair" (I so graciously gave this name to the chair in which I sat to watch over my baby as the Dentist did her mouth clean-up) in the procedure room, I questioned my ability as a mother.

How can my child have a cavity?

Did he not brush enough? What child does?

Was I going to get razzed by the Dentist for not caring for my child like I should? (A horror a friend of my experienced with her child...)

I was so nervous too, because I didn't know how Colby would react to the laughing gas, or the drilling and the everything else. My mind was set at ease as the kind Dentist carefully treated my son. She never once made me feel inadequate as a parent...although I was doing a good job of it myself. I was impressed at the sweet things she was whispering to him as he lay there helpless and happy. (The laughing gas made him feel like he was floating on a raft in a pool).

"Mr. Colby, you are such a pro at this!"

"Little man, you are doing fantastic!"

"Even the big kids don't do as well as you are!"

He'd just smile every time he was complemented, which made him want to be braver and do better. When we were done, his face was a little lopsided but that didn't stop him from smiling at me! The dentist even gave him a special prize because he was so good. As we walked out another child was crying and making a spectacle. Colby was so proud that he didn't act that way.

So, one the way out, we stopped at Wendy's for a Frosty (per the Dentist's request) to treat Colby for his excellent behavior!

Colby with no more Sugar Bug:

Colby, as handsome as ever: