What a Scene!!!

So as many know almost 3 years ago (this March) Paige took a fall and knocked out her 4... yes that is 4 front teeth. Since then she has been (to put it lightly) less then enthusiastic about going to the dentist. To be honest, she was really traumatized and thought they were going to pull her teeth out. We finally got her to go last year to a Pediatric Specialist along side Owen. I would say it was a success. Well, our insurance only covers Peds Dentist until the mature age of 6 - seriously?!?! I stalled and stalled taking her to my dentist, but enough was enough. The other day she had an appointment. When John told her she was scheduled she was so upset. Crying, threatening (her to us) and more crying followed! We told her she had to go and promised her it would be OK.

So last week was the day, we came home from school and had a few minutes to relax and then I said, "OK, it's time to go to the dentist." Wow, was I in for a shock! Immediate tears, screaming and refusal to get in the car. I finally get her in the car and drive there and she flat out says there is "No way you can get me out of this car - I am not going in there." I told her we would all go together (yes, me and 2 other crazy boys) and it would be fine. I told her that all they wanted to do was brush her teeth. I went in and told the receptionist we were here, but she was still in the car and to give us a couple minutes. I must have looked crazy - pregnant, 2 boys in hand and I couldn't get my oldest child out of the car for a dentist appointment??? I went back outside and tried everything. I said I would sit with her, Brock would be there - Owen would be there. I'll take you to Cherry On Top (her favorite ice cream shop), she could go on a date with Daddy (always a winner). Nothing! I tried threatening her, called John, everything... Get out Now! This girl screamed and cried and would not budge. One would say - drag her in there. Well we tried that before and if she won't open her mouth they send you home - so even that wasn't an option. It had to be on her terms.

Next thing I know the hygienist comes out... Oh good grief - now we have a parking lot scene. Now Paige is crying, I'm crying, the hygienist is on my cell phone with John and the boys are running a muck! This is unreal. Needless to say, we left shortly after. Nope, never got her out. So help me this child needs therapy. Now my only option is to pay (what will only cost me $5 for Owen) all the out of pocket expenses to have her see the peds specialist - that is... if she goes! Here is my darling Paige just a day or so after loosing her 4 front teeth (If you look closely you can see where the gums drop down between the teeth - still swollen).
Here is my precious Paige recently - she has grown in 2 of the 4 teeth she lost - what a big girl smile. I'm sure she'll grown into those Zimmerman teeth in a few years. We are still waiting for the other 2 to surface.