Protective Baby
I went to the dentist yesterday. I have to admit I am not as good as I used to be about going, I had put it off for 3 years! Health insurance doesn’t always work out the way it should…. But anyway, I went. My mom met me there so she could watch Ryan in the waiting room.
Let me begin by saying Ryan doesn’t like me leaving the room, he is fine if he can see me. So he was kind of upset that I left the waiting room. My mom brought him back (our family knows the dentist well so she can just walk back there). He could see me, but he didn’t like the woman sitting over me putting things in my mouth, he did not like her at all. Whenever she put the sucker thing in my mouth he would scream and yell like he was angry. It seemed like he thought she was hurting me, he was trying to protect me! He would only calm down when I would look him in the eye and tell him I was okay. He is already protective. The dental hygienist said that it probably looked to him like she was hurting the love of his life and he didn’t like it one bit.
I understand his pain; I feel the same way when we go to the pediatrician.
The good news is that I don’t have any cavities so I won’t be back for awhile.



















