Wow. This poor blog has been more neglected than my own children. And that's saying something. ("Dinner? Didn't I just make you guys dinner last night? Eat a yogurt.")
Dadz and I had the following meaningful conversation today:
Me: Hi Dadz.
Dadz: So, does like everyone who makes aliyah have a blog?
Me: Um, yeah, pretty much.
Dadz: Oh. So you're not special.
Me: Not really, Dadz.
Dadz: Well, I mean, you're special to us, of course.
Me: Thanks, Dadz.
So I finally took Yaakov to the dentist. I know this should be the "nesting" month but instead of cooking and cleaning I'm running errands and pretty much moving in to the dentist's office. Those chairs become beds, you know; plus, there's free water.
Anyway for a while now I've tried, unsuccessfully, to get Yaakov to sit in the dentist's chair and at least let the dentist look in his mouth. To no avail. (I would like to visit"avail" some day. And bring all those unsuccessful ventures with me.) But now I figured he's now a big boy of 4 (at least Jewishly; the English birthday is still 2 weeks away), and we really can't push it off any longer. So I made an appointment at MaccabiDent, because dental care is COMPLETELY FREE until age 6. We went last Thursday, two days after Pesach.
He was totally amazing at the appointment, which was very surprising. He let the dentist count his teeth, clean them, and put some fluoride stuff between them. I was looking foward to checking "take Yaakov to dentist" off my to-do list. Unfortunately, instead I had to add "take Yaakov to the dentist. Again. And again. And again."
"Well," said the nice lady pediatric dentist, "he has 2 cavities. You'll have to bring him back to get them filled." She wanted to fill them in 2 separate appointments. (Oy.)
We went back this past Monday. She took x-rays, and though she did fill both the cavities at the same appointment (which I had begged her to do) it was only because he has so many other cavities that we now need THREE more appointments. Basically, each quadrant of this poor child's mouth is riddled with more holes than a can of pitted olives. So she wants to see him 3 more times, and each time she'll do another section. I didn't even know it was possible to have this many cavities in such a small mouth.
But she was amazing with him. She was like the horse whisperer, in which Yaakov plays the part of the horse. She put the laughing gas thingy over his nose and spoke to him in calm, soothing tones the whole time, a steady patter of explanation sprinkled liberally with "kol hakavod"s. I was down by his feet, so I couldn't see what was going on, but in the middle of the filling I heard snoring. Yep. Yaakov had fallen asleep during his cavity filling! "Relaxing" and "dental work" are usually not two concepts which go hand in hand, but apparently laughing gas + Dr. Horse Whisperer does the trick.
Of course, when he woke up, he was groggy and disoriented and drooly, but a trip to get an artik (under doctor's orders, mind you) helped get rid of that.
We are now also quickly becoming the Craplastic Capital of the World. Each dental visit culminates in the choosing of a "hafta'ah" (literally "surprise," but it is synonomous with crappy toy your child will lose/break/cry over within 12 minutes of receiving it). So now we have two Craplastic toys, which broke in the car on the way home and are lying forlornly on the floor, waiting until next Pesach's car cleaning. I hope MaccabiDent has put in a fresh order, because the Roses are not finished yet!
Today I went to buy Yaakov a smaller toothbrush head for his electric toothbrush. These heads are not cheap, and the irony was not lost on me that it is cheaper to fill his cavities than it is to buy him a good toothbrush.
I suggest, dear readers, that you take your children to the dentist as soon as possible. The younger the better. Before they even have teeth is preferable. Just to be on the safe side.
"I'd like you to check for any cavities or decay."
"Um, ma'am, this is an ultrasound picture."
"Yes, but see? There's the mouth."
It's never too early to begin good oral hygiene.