A Beautiful Thing

Heredity can be both a good thing and a bad thing.  For example, my son inherited his Dad's beautiful olive complexion, however, he also inherited his terrible teeth.  And when I say terrible, please understand, I'm talking horribly awful.  His Dad's family typically gets dentures in their 30's.  My son's molars showed cavities as they broke through the gum.  And this was with a careful regime of fluoride drops, brushing, and fluoride rinse.  At the age of five, the poor thing already had to have three root canals with crowns.

To say I was stressed about his having to undergo the procedure was an understatement.  I asked the dentist if there was something we could give my son, in advance, that would possibly keep him relaxed.  With my son being so young, he really had no idea and was not even worried.  Maybe I should have asked for a relaxant for myself?  My dentist then explained that it would be no problem. My son would be fine.  And then he went further to describe the beauty of sedative dentistry.

The day arrived and the nurse very sweetly showed us the way to the back area.  I followed much more apprehensively than my son.  Well... he never felt a thing!  I almost started laughing when I looked at my cute little boy.  He was lying on his back with both arms hanging over the side of the chair like dead weight.  He was even smiling!  He had a great time!  He smiled all the way home!  Who would have thought?  Sedative dentistry?  It is a beautiful thing.

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