How doth the busy little bee

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I went to the breastfeeding support group with three baby carriers. I showed two women how to use the ring-sling and feed in it; they are both determined to get one as soon as possible. I talked to another woman about babies with teeth. I returned almost all of Linnea's library books and she got three more. We came home and had lunch (samosas and breakfast cereal, don't ask) and I made a postnatal appointment for myself and Emer. It's with my very favourite doctor, but Emer will be almost 9 weeks old, which is a bit much. And I made dentist appointments for myself and Rob, to which we are supposed to bring Linnea but she's not allowed to be officially registered and they don't expect her to let them look at her teeth.

How the hell can I tell if she has a problem if they won't look at her bloomin' teeth?

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There's a difference between "they don't expect her to let them look at her teeth" and "they won't look at her teeth", of course.

Our dentist has seen Jack four times now. The first two times they smiled at each other and that was it. The third time Jack allowed the dentist to look at his teeth, very briefly, with two mirrors. The last time Jack was having none of it.

The dentist's opinion, and ours, is that at this age there is little point fighting over it. That would be a good way to make Jack scared of going to the dentist and make it harder to look at his teeth in the future. We clean his teeth twice a day and whenever possible I get him to open wide so I can have a look at his molars. There are no little black dots so I'm hoping there's no decay. That's the best I can do! He gets to watch us sitting in the chair being checked and he gets to sit on my knee in the chair. If the dentist gets a look in his mouth that's a bonus.