I just can't believe it

I'm not sure I can truly express the joy I am feeling right now in this little blog.

My youngest son, C, has taught me to be thankful for everything in his life. Every milestone, every new way he is able to communicate, every big step he takes, whether on his own or with our help.

Today is a day for celebrating!

When my other two children have gone to the dentist for cleanings or to have teeth filled, it hasn't been that big of a deal. I expect them to sit still and do exactly what the dentist/hygienists tell them.

For K and A, those things are normal.

With C, on the other hand, it's a different story. His visit a month ago was the first time he has ever gone back to see the dentist by himself. The office had set up some new rules, and this mama wasn't too sure about sitting in the waiting room instead of in a chair next to him.
But he did fine.

(And so did I, just for the record.)

Yesterday C went to the dentist so that they could attempt putting sealants on his teeth. Because God has lots of grace on my life, C has never had any cavities in all of his twelve years. The last time they tried to do sealants, though, it did not go over very well. (And I don't go for the nitrous oxide-- for me or my kids, so that was out of the question. At least not until it was absolutely necessary.)

So at his last visit we set up an appointment for yesterday, hoping to get some of the sealants done. And if all went well, we'd make another appointment and do it again.

Here's the part where I get excited!!!

#1. He went into the back all by himself, again, without even asking for me this time.
#2. They did ALL of his sealants. ALL OF THEM. I could not believe it!

When the hygienist came out, I figured she would tell me they got a few done, and it went ok. (Oh me of little faith.) Instead, she told me that he was very cooperative and helped them hold the mouthpiece to keep his mouth open.

I was in shock! I am so thankful that he was able to do this, and I think he was really excited when he found out that he won't have to go back for six more months.

My baby's growing up, y'all. That statement makes me cry for all sorts of different reasons today.

Originally posted November 2008 @ Mom in Transition