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Today marks Alby’s first trip to the dentist!

 

It has taken me a truly embarrassing amount of time to register with a dentist, and an even more embarrassing amount of time since I last went to a dentist so in the drive to get organised after Mark left I got myself registered with a lovely practice in Thirsk. When I booked in for my check up Alby got booked in too. 

He was a little star – sitting happily on my lap for my check up and then chewing on the little tooth mirror like a pro when the dentist checked his teeth.  He is now the proud owner of a dental record (and a sticker!).  We did have a few tears when he was taken out of the room whilst I had my teeth x-rayed (he was fine until the door opened and he could see me but wasn’t allowed to get to me) but the dentist was fast and efficient so no real damage.

I was hoping to be able to get a photo of him sitting in the dentist’s chair but my professionalism got the better of me when I was in the room and I didn’t ask.  He’ll be back in six months so I’ll try again then – or get Daddy to do it.

Sadly, I’ve gone and given myself the need for a filling (I knew living off Diet Coke and apples would catch up on me one day) so will be heading back sooner.  I can’t work out if I’m impressed that I’ve made it all the way to 30 without a filling or devastated at only making it this far.  I’ve tried some google searching to see how happy or sad I should be with myself and have read a fascinating 22 page summary of a UK dental health report but no age specific facts are given so I’ll just have to live with my emotions in confusion – no change there then!