We Love Going to the Dentist….Except for the Vomit

I am always excited to see how the girls do with out in public when we go places.  Too see their reactions can be quite priceless although I sometimes dread what might come out of their innocent little mouths at the wrong times.  Needless to say, we were planning a family excursion to the dentist’s office.  WE LOVE OUR DENTIST!

I might be biased because our dentist Bryan Cichon from Randall Ridge Dental in St. Charles is my cousin.  I have been going to him for years now and would never thinking of changing for a variety of reasons beyond any family relationship.  Interestingly, it is a 40 min drive to get there but time is definitely not a deciding factor when you get quality for the kids!

First, he is a great person outside of being our dentist.  He is very kind and caring towards the whole family.  He makes it a pleasant experience even when you have three different personalities that are battling for attention.  Second, he makes the girls feel comfortable in the chair.  They joke with him and he has a great time with them.  This might be because he also has kids and knows how to interact with my girls.  It just makes it easier when they are excited to go and see him because of the experience he provides them.  They always will ask when they are going to see Cousin Bryan the Dentist.  Last, he makes me comfortable which is not an easy feat.  I stopped going to the dentist for about 13 years because I HATED every single one that I went too.  I never had a good experience with them and swore I would just stay away.  My plan was to have all my teeth ripped out out when they rotted and replace them with some bad ass implants that get screwed in…Welcome awesome white fake teeth.  Dr. Bryan made sure that I did not have to go through the physical torture or expense of doing this.  He has made me a believer in dentists once more.

Back to the Girls

Dr. Bryan has two dental hygienists that were working that day.  Unfortunately, with three girls the math did not make sense.  All I heard for the 40 min trip was a battle of who was going to go first.  I tried to explain to the girls that I was not going to make the decision.  We would go in the order called.  This seemed to appease them as trying to get on my good side would not do them any benefit.  Mia was the first in the chair.  I snuck in to get her picture in the chair which she was more than willing to stop her chatter and do an “action pose” for me.  I just felt bad for Dr. Bryan who had to listen to her chatting up a storm.

I thought it would go in order of age…and so did Milana.  Well talk about monkey wrench – Bella was called second.  Immediately, I saw Milana’s face drop and she started to cry.  She was crying because she was not going into the dentist’s chair.  I flashed back to the moment that I DREADED my moment in the chair.  I would have happily traded spots with the other kids within the room.  I would have been happy to say to the dentist, “Yeah, take the other kid there….I’ll just wait”.  Obviously, Milana did not get that gene of dentist dislike….more likely because Dr. Bryan is awesome with the girls.  Thankfully, Maureen (dental hygienist) promised Milana that it would change next time.  I again went into the room with Bella to get a picture.  Stubborn little monster would not even give me a smile.

Just too cool for an action shot at the dentist.