Parent teacher meeting

It was our first parent teacher meeting for the year. It was also Elliott’s first after he started pre-nursery class and full-day childcare. I was a little curious as to what his teacher would say about him because we all know how differently  children behave when they are at home and at school.

It was good to hear from his teacher M that he is thriving at school. Apparently, he’s a riot when he’s with 2 other boys. They’re apparently thick as thieves! Teacher M shared that they cannot stop talking (!) and if they’re seated together at lunch, 20 minutes will pass and no one would have touched their food as they’d be busy talking, laughing and play jostling.

She also shared that Elliott loves to sing and would break out into song whenever he feels like it. Interestingly, his classmates will join in and the entire class will be singing. Reminds me of Glee! She also showed us a video clip of him singing with his friends. Awww. She shared that he sings whenever – when they are doing activitivies at the table, in the shower, when they are playing….

We are just glad to know that he’s doing good at school and that’s all that matters.

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And you are 3.

Dear Elliott,

I have been a bad mummy. A very very bad mummy.

I was supposed to be writing you a note every month since you were born but I fell off the wagon after the 32nd note. I meant to write you notes until you turn 36 months so that you’d have 36 notes to read, but I fell short of…4 months. And this eats me up because your mother here is obsessed concerned about keeping to my words, deadlines and the such.

However, as the months whizz by, I stopped beating myself up. I may be taking a lot less photos and videos of you now as compared to your first year (have you seen how many photos you have?!) but I tell myself that it is ok. Motherhood does take up a lot of energy and time, and typing on a laptop is really the last thing I want to do at the end of each work day.

Yesterday, you turned 3 years old. That’s 36 months of you. It’s cliche but one moment you were a tiny ball of cuteness in our arms and suddenly, you’re an individual with your own (chatty) personality and quirks.

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These days, I find it hard to remember the newborn days. I think this is what people call ‘mumnesia‘ where we block out the crazy newborn days from our minds like those crazy moments didn’t happen. It is hard to remember because these days, you are truly a toddler with a mind of your own. Let me count the ways (as much as my hazy brain can remember).

You say the most hilarious things. Like that day when we stopped at the lights beside an ambulance with its lights on but no siren.

“Ambulance! Mummy look ambulance!”
“Yes that’s an ambulance! See the flashing lights?”
“Yes! But why no sound? Who take out the batteries, mummy?

You left me speechless with that question, my dear son. And I laughed. I laughed out loud as the lights turned green and we continued on our journey home. At this age, you say the funniest things (without meaning to, I’m sure) and I wish I can record every single funny quip because they are oh so fleeting.

At this age, you have a strong idea of what you want. Or don’t want. Like how you have decided that you only want to wear t-shirts (not shirts) and ‘soft’ shorts (not pants or proper ‘going out’ shorts). You also get obsessed about shirt labels and will insist that ‘Mummy cut’ if you spy the offending pieces of tags on your clothes. You also tell us that specifically that ‘you don’t want this green thing‘ (vegetables) or ‘no chicken, mummy. Only noodles‘.

Speaking of noodles, you have been in a noodles phrase. Before each meal, I get hopeful and ask: Elliot, would you like RICE (emphasised for effect) or noodles for dinner? You pretend to think for a bit and then say with conviction: Hmm, NOODLES! I am just glad that you are not too fussed about the type of noodles we give you – pasta, bee hoon, kway teow, mee tai mak, mee sua, yellow noodles, udon. You are good with all of them. You love them with soup and will always ask for more soup.

We have also, in recent weeks, switched you to full-day childcare. Your Ah Ma worries constantly about whether you are getting enough sleep and food as she thinks that you are such a “poor thing” to be in school for the entire day. The thing is, the majority of your classmates are there for the entire day. I’d admit that for the first week or so, you were constantly on my mind as I was also concerned if you were adapting well to the change in routine.

As it turns out, I am proud to say that you are adapting better than us adults. Other than the first few days of taking a while to fall asleep on your own at nap times, you have managed to fall nicely into your new routine without much drama. Oh, your teachers tell us that you do ask them wistfully if mummy is coming (my heart!) when your friends are picked up earlier but you do understand when they tell you that mummy is coming. And yes, my sweetie. Mummy will always be there to pick you up from school. It is always the highlight of my workday and I drive and walk a little faster just to get to you.

So as I was saying, you turned 3 yesterday and what a well-loved boy you are. You had 3 birthday cakes (THREE!) and received so many presents, I lost count. The day before your actual birthday, we celebrated it with your friends at school for the very first time. I was worried that you’d freeze up or cry when you see us but instead, you did very well! For the record, you told me repeatedly that you want a “chocolate cake with blue car” so we got your school cake from Prima Deli and topped it with a vehicle set from Toys R Us.

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You were a little stunned to see us but realised soon after that we were there to celebrate your birthday with your friends. It was wonderful to see you interact with your friends as it is not something we see everyday. I have a video clip where you are telling your friends excitedly “See? Car, truck, helicopter…“. Aiyo, everyone was so darn cute. I cannot.

The same evening, we headed over to Ah Ma and Ah Gong’s house for your 2nd birthday celebration. I am not sure who was more excited, you or them 🙂 And yes, you got a Paw Patrol cake (Bengawan Solo) and 2 fat ang baos from your doting grandparents.

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You asked to go to the zoo on your birthday and so we did. We’ve done so for the past 2 birthdays so it is a bit of a birthday ritual now. We also became Friends of the Zoo so hopefully, we’d be making many trips to the zoo this year. We only managed 2 exhibits (the sea otters and the Zoo-Rassic Park) before the rain came down in sheets. Pfffft. Never mind. Another time then.

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Plan B was to head to Future World exhibition at the Art Science Musuem but 2 of the exhibits were closed for renovations so we were done pretty quickly as well.

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In the evening, Yiyi and Popo came over for your last celebration at home. You were really thrilled to see them. I ordered a bunch of Paw Patrol balloons but you took one cursory look at them and erm, that’s about it. Tsk. Never mind. They made for a nice photo backdrop.

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This year, you sang your own birthday song with gusto, insisted that we all sit beside you for a photo and gave everyone big hugs. You also ripped your presents apart on your own. 3 seems like a terrific age to be and we can’t wait to see what the year has in store.

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Happy 3, dear Elliott. May you always  be joyful and healthy. We love you very much!

Love,
Mummy xoxo

T is for Tonsillitis

This is going to be a long rambling story about tonsillitis. Be warned.

30 Jan 2017, Monday

On the 3rd day of CNY, we headed out to ECP as Elliott wanted to ‘play sand’. I had a lovely quiet prata and teh tarik breakfast all by myself (ah, the bliss) while everyone else was baking hanging out at the beach.

He came out all fresh and clean from his shower and ran off like a speeding bullet towards the Marina Cove Playground that was conveniently located beside the kids-friendly shower area. I was hesitant about letting him head to the playground because being a public holiday, it was MAD CROWDED with children of all age and sizes. Call me paranoid mama but crowds = VIRUSES GALORE.

Too late.

He was way too fast for me to even get near him. I was holding onto Moon and obviously, I couldn’t drag Moon into the play area. Daddy was still washing the sand out of his toys so I could only look on (in dismal) as he climbed, crawled, hung and STUCK his face into various talking tubes (nooooo).

We headed straight to the car after and I stupidly forgot to clean his hands. Honestly, I don’t think it would have helped anyway.

Fast forward to evening.

We had a CNY dinner gathering at a friend’s new home. On our way there, E was uncharacteristically quiet. When we got there, he stuck to my side and refused to play with the other kids. Again, this is very untypical of him. He’s generally quite a sociable boy so warning bells were going off in my head. I felt his forehead and it was a little warm.

When I tried to feed him his dinner, he kept grimacing and kept saying: I don’t want to eat. He was also in tears which was again, quite odd. Finally, after only about 4 mouthfuls, I decided to stop and have my own dinner instead. I don’t like forcing kids to eat. He sat on the couch watching cartoons with the boy.

Halfway through my dinner, I heard a commotion from the sofa – E threw up. On the boy. Oh dear me. Thankfully, it was his friend’s home so he could borrow a clean t-shirt. I was also thankful that we had a fresh change of clothes in his bag. After we cleaned him up, he didn’t feel as warm to the touch and started to become more alert and cheerful. He even asked for ‘soup and rice’ which we gave. Towards the end of the evening, he was pretty much back to his usual happy and active self so I just put it down to just a random fever and something he ate.

The next day, he ran a fever with no other symptoms so we kept him home, away from school. One particular night, it hit a high of 39.8 degrees so we had to break out the Bifen suspension (commonly known as Ibuprofen). Poor kid was whimpering and tossing in his sleep but thankfully, he managed to fall asleep properly after the medicine. We pretty much kept him at home the entire week for him to recuperate.

First victim: Elliott

On Wednesday, he complained of pain in his mouth and was refusing his usual meals. This was unlike him as he usually likes his rice/noodles and soup. He was also starting to refuse his nightly milk which is a HUGE WARNING BELL. He just kept saying: paiiiin.  This kid loves his milk so for him to not want to drink milk? Ding ding ding.

I asked him exactly where it hurt and he pointed inside his mouth (I’m so glad that he’s old enough to verbalise what he needs now!). When I shone the torchlight into his mouth, I was shocked to see that his tonsils were covered in tiny white ulcers. OH DEAR ME! No wonder he had trouble eating. That probably explains the crazy high fever as well. I mentally beat myself up for not checking his mouth earlier. Sigh.

2 Feb 2017, Thursday

Got Popo to take him (because we had work commitments so we are always grateful for our village) to the family GP who asked why didn’t we take him in earlier (oops #mummyguilt right there). He said that there were many tiny ulcers dotting his tonsils and some were turning into pus. URGH. Diagnosed it as acute tonsillitis and gave him a dose of (toddler) Augmentin 70ml suspension along with a bottle of fever meds as standby.

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I knew there was no way E was going to ingest Augmentin on its own without putting up a huge fight. Honestly, I don’t blame him. It was powdery and flakey. Really quite gross. Thankfully, when we added it into his pre-nap milk, he finished every single drop. PHEW. That’s another thing to be grateful for – this kid will finish his milk regardless of how it tastes. We have added Flumicil (which is orange flavoured!) to his milk and he will still finish his bottle of milk. Hehe.

Thankfully, he got on the mend the next few days and was back to his usual active self. He was also starting to eat his usual solid food which was a relief.

Next victim: The boy

3 Feb 2017, Friday

The boy told me that he was having a sore throat and feeling feverish. He looked extremely sick and weak which is a RARE SIGHT. This husband of mine rarely falls ill so to see him in that sick state was definitely cause for alarm. I told him to PLEASE GO AND SEE A DOCTOR NOW (lunch hour) and thankfully, he listened to his wife for once and took a cab straight to the neighbourhood GP.

Not surprisingly, he caught the tonsillitis bug from E so he got given a bout of (adult) Augmentin, MAC lozenges and paracetemol for the fever. To cut a long story (slightly) shorter, he basically slept the next 2 days away. He was that sick. Barely ate anything except for plain porridge because it hurt too much to eat anything else.

4 Feb 2017, Saturday

We had another CNY lunch gathering and because the boy was still feeling ill (and we do not want to spread germs), E and I went for lunch. It was only after lunch that I started to feel the onset of that dreaded ‘sore throat’. I was hoping to put it down to sore throat from CNY feasting (because steamboat is heaty, yes?) but at the back of my head, I knew what it was.

Next victim: Me

True enough, that same evening, I burned up with a fever that hovered between 38 and 39.8 degrees. I was also shivering uncontrollably even though I was in a non-airconditioned room wearing long-sleeved pyjamas and pants, AND had the blanket over me. It was torturous. I swung between feeling mad hot to shivering, to sweating profusely after downing paracetamol to try and bring down the temperature. Needless to say, I was literally confined to bed and feeling absolutely S***TY.

Thankfully, the boy recovered sufficiently to take over parenting duties. He hasn’t recovered fully but at least he was able to get out of bed and be mobile. I was really thankful we both did not catch the bug at the same time. Count small blessings eh.

5 Feb 2017, Sunday

Survived the horrible night of crazy fever and made my way to the same neighbourhood GP who diagnosed me as – no surprises there – acute tonsillitis. But of course. Gave me the same meds as the boy and instructed me to stay home to rest (2 days of medical leave) with loads of water.

This is where it got interesting.

Ate my lunch and ingested 1 dose of Augmentin. 15 mins later, I threw up everything. Ugh. I could only tolerate the paracetamol. Was undecided if I should take another pill or wait till later. Decided to wait it out.

Dinner time came round. Had dinner, waited for a bit and swallowed another Augentin pill. Did I mention that I really hate it? It’s huge and GROSS. Same story – 15 minutes or so (I know because I timed myself), and I had to rush to the porcelain bowl again.

This wasn’t working. If the meds weren’t going in, I wasn’t going to get well.

6 Feb 2017, Monday

I was advised to see an ENT specialist to see if there are other meds that can help so I made an appointment with Dr Chan Kwai Onn who came recommended. Managed to get a 2.45pm appointment the same day so I made my way down. At first, I was surprised that it was empty but as I was filling up the registration form, streams of people walked through the door. Thankfully, I did not have to wait longer than 15 minutes before I asked to enter the consultation room.

I noticed that the room had little dinosaurs standing in a row, as well as various stickers strewn over his consultation table. As it turns out, he does Paediatric ENT Care as well. Good to know. He was friendly and introduced himself as Dr Chan. I told him the entire history of what happened and he scribbled them onto his screen (so high-tech). He then made me sit on the reclining chair where he explained that he will be using a spray-on aesthetic to numb my nose and throat so that he can do a scope.

He then asked that I wait outside for about 5 minutes for it to take effect while he attended to other patients. Very efficient, I like. It barely felt like 5 minutes when I was called in again.

Once again, I sat on the reclining chair and in front of me was a TV screen. I knew what was going to happen and realised that for the very first time in my life, I was going to see the insides of my nose and throat. It was a mix of excitement and slight apprehension as I have a strong gag reflex (my poor dentist) so I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to having a tube down my nose and throat.

He first asked that I stick out my tongue so that he could hold onto it with a piece of gauze. I made it a point to highlight that I have a strong gag reflex so please be warned 🙂 Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad as the tube didn’t go too far down. Yet. At this stage, he pointed out various tiny white ulcers dotting my red and swollen tonsils.

He then proceeded to stick another tube (or was it the same – I can’t remember) down my nose to check it. He declared that my nose was clear. However, as the tube moved further down my throat, it was pretty horrifying to see that my entire throat (and not just the top of it that is visible from my mouth) is covered in evil-looking white ulcers.

At that very moment, I felt like it was a scene straight out of a B-grade sci-fi alien movie. It was, for lack of a better word, GROSS. Dr Chan then explained that this is why it’s painful to even swallow saliva, let alone eat.

I showed him my box of Augmentin (which he took a cursory look at) and explained that Augmentin only works on infections caused by bacteria. As taken from this website:

Augmentin is one of the workhorses of the pediatrician’s office, prescribed for ear infections that are resistant to amoxicillin alone, sore throats and certain eye infections. The drug is also a powerful agent against bronchitis and tonsillitis caused by bacteria (though many cases of sore throat are viral in origin).

He shared that what I was suffering from is acute tonsillitis caused by virus and not bacteria. This means that no amount of Augmentin was going to work. He instructed me to stop taking Augmentin (WOOHOO!!!) and went on to prescribe me with Acyclovir 400mg which, according to this website, treats virus infections. I noted this important point from the website:

It’s important to know that acyclovir does not cure viral infections. However, it can make infections shorter and less serious for some people.

I left the clinic with this bill. Gulp. But! I am glad to have nipped the damn illness in the butt and also, I was told by the lovely nurses that the bill is claimable via insurance and Medisave (only for the scope but better than nothing!).

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I’m also putting a picture of the key meds in this blog entry so that I can remember what medicine it was that was administered.

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I’m now wondering: There must be tons of people out there who are taking Augmentin religiously after seeing the GP (like the boy) for tonsillitis and wondering why they are not well. For the record, the boy finished his 5-day course of antibiotics and still has a very sore throat. It is day 5 since the onset of the infection and I am pretty much back to feeling like a normal person. The fever has since abated and my throat no longer feels like a thousand knives are scratching against it.

Thank you for making it to the end of this very long winded entry. It is rare that I blog about illness and only do when it’s bad enough. Like this Bronchiolitis episode, and the other one for Croup. I just had to detail down this episode of tonsillitis that pretty much took down the entire family.

So here’s another PSA (public service announcement):

There’s a tonsillitis outbreak going on right now (doctor’s words, not mine). Please wash your hands THOROUGHLY and PROPERLY with SOAP as it is the only way to get rid of illness-causing viruses. Wet wipes work only if they contain a certain amount of alcohol (at least 70% alcohol!).

Stay healthy, everyone!

Kids Dash 2016

Last year, Elliott took part in his very first Kids Dash. He did an awesome job, completing most of the 700m on his own. I decided to sign him up again for this year’s run because on that day, it was Daddy’s birthday, as well as the day he turned 33 months. In my head, it’d be a lovely way to mark the 2 occassions.

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Of course, as we all know, things (especially with kids) don’t usually go as planned. Check out Elliott’s face here. He hated the shirt, and probably the crowd and heat too.

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This year, Kids Dash was held at Orchard Road. Also, the flag-off time for his race (0-3 years old was at 6pm. When I signed him up, I had no idea where the venue nor starting time was. If I had known that it was going to be at Orchard Road (!) in the evening (!!), I would have stayed far, far away.

The organisers sent an email to ask for feedback (good on them) and here’s what I wrote:

  1. Kids are at their best in the mornings. An evening/night race is a bad idea. To sell it as “running under the Christmas lights” didn’t quite work for the 0-3 category because flag-of was at 6pm and the lights weren’t on!
  2. Holding it at Orchard Road in December is a complete nightmare. The stretch is already crowded with shoppers and tourists. Adding another 5,000 kids, parents, supporters to the mix is just a logistical nightmare.
  3. Due to the crowd, we could not see where the starting pens were. A lot of time was spent running back and forth (with a young child below 3 years old) just to hunt down the starting pen and we could not find any staff to seek help from. We weren’t the only lost sheep as we saw many parents with their young child looking lost as well. When we got there, there were barricades that prevented us from getting through. To make it worst, lots of parents/kids from the other categories were crowding around the barricades which prevented us from joining the start pen. We had to literally push our way through because there was no crew around to guide us in, or tell us what to do. And the race was starting!
  4. Delayed flag-off for young children is a VERY BAD idea. Children get restless in 10 seconds and the heat and crowd just makes things 10x worst. It was extremely unpleasant waiting for the race to start and by the time it started, a lot of children (and parents) were feeling uncomfortable and in a bad mood.img_1661a
  5. Due to the narrow stretch of Orchard Road, I know that it was necessary to make participants walk a long way to the start/end point. However, again, with young children (heat, crowd, etc), it was a bad idea. This was particularly bad after the race – parent and child had to walk almost half the distance of the race just to exit and there was a huge backlog at the exit because security was checking tags. I applaud you for trying to ensure that the correct parent will leave with the correct child but for the 0-3 category, each child was accompanied by one parent. Why is there still a need to cross-check, leading to the backlog.
  1. There was no area for the other parent/supporters to watch the race. We had to balance ourselves at the permanent barricades just to try and catch our child and partner. However, due to the red/white barricades, all we could see was the partner, not our child. This is a small point but if the purpose of this race is for family bonding, it failed badly.
  2. The venue and time of the Kids Dash was not made known when registration opened for early birds. If I had known that it was going to be along Orchard Road (a mad house in Dec) and in the evening, I would not have signed up. However, this information was made known a lot later. May I suggest that important factors such as venue and time info be made known once registration opens so that parents can make an informed choice whether or not to join.

It was our second Kids Dash but the experience was horrible due to the above reasons. Please, for future editions, hold the Kids Dash at a BIG OPEN AREA (like last year’s Sports Hub!) and importantly, have it in the MORNING!

In a nutshell, Elliott hated everything about it. Check out his face when given the medal. Pffffft.

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He was supposed to run the race with his BFF from school, Isaac, but because we were late (because the runner was napping!), Isaac and his dad went into the starting pen first. I think it might have worked a lot better if they ran the race together.

Check out their happy post-race faces!

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I felt so bad about subjecting the (big) boy to the horrible experience (and on his birthday, no less!) that I bought him a nice ramen dinner, complete with his favourite fried chicken and a mug of cold beer. Totally deserved it after that fiasco.

I guess you can safely say that it’d be a long time before we take part in another Kids Dash from Standard Chartered!

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Milestone Moment: To the dentist we go!

I’m a big advocate of good oral hygiene. I’m that colleague who brushes her teeth after lunch, and tells everyone that they should do half-yearly visits to the dentist because ‘it is very important to have clean teeth’. When Elliott finally got his full set of teeth, I wondered when it was a good time to schedule his first visit to the dentist. There were conflicting information on the web – some recommended after 3 years old when they can grasp the concept of a dentist better. Others suggested the first visit as soon as the full set of teeth appear just to ensure that everything is in order.

Decided to take him earlier than later because I remember growing up, going to the dentist was horrible and traumatic, no thanks to the school dental nurses who would bark at us for  not brushing our teeth properly. It took me many years and a kind gentle dentist to get rid of my fear of going to the dentist.

I did not want Elliott to grow up thinking that the dentist is a place to be feared so thanks to a recommended by a friend, I made an appointment with Kids Dental World. They come highly recommended and I only managed an appointment on a Friday for a few weeks later. Appointments for Saturdays were booked out for MONTHS, apparently.

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Before the actual visit (more like the night before, really), I prepped Elliott by showing him some videos on YouTube showing kids at the dentist and how AMAZING! and AWESOME! and FUN! the dentist is. By the time we got there, he was truly excited. “Air-yiot go dentist!“, he kept repeating.

The clinic is located at Mount Elizabeth Novena Hospital and when we got there, the carpark was full (!) so we resorted to using the valet service that costs $10 (excluding carpark charges). Ouch. Located on the 8th floor in the specialist block, the clinic’s entrance was tastefully done up in bright and cheery colours.

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I was already warned by my friend who recommended the clinic that there is a HUGE amazing train play-set at the waiting area. Call it mother’s instincts but I already knew that it will be very challenging to remove our vehicle-loving child from it.

The moment we walked through the glass door, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed in a breathy tone: “Mummy look! TRAIN!” It was like he discovered Nirvana or something.

It kept him busy (of course) while I filled in a 2-page registration form with his details, the purpose of our visit, etc. I thought that it was all very professionally done.

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There was also a TV, as well as game consoles (see the 2 small TV screens behind the train set?). I mean, I honestly don’t blame a child for not wanting to see the dentist when the waiting area is this fun!

We did not have to wait long which is good but when we tried to explain to Elliott that it was time to see the dentist, we had a MASSIVE MELTDOWN. Think big fat tears and loud cries. I glanced at the faces of the other kids who were in the waiting room and saw FEAR. Haha.

Dr Ong coolly told the boy to stay with Elliott first in the reception area while she asked me a couple of questions such as the type of toothpaste E uses, how often in a day does he drink from a milk bottle and whether or not he drinks before bedtime.

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I cleverly took a photo of his current toothpaste and toothbrush but when asked how much fluoride his toothbrush contained, I was stumped. As it turns out, this current toothpaste (which are meant for 0 to 2 year olds) only has 500 parts per million fluoride which apparently does not prevent cavities and tooth decay.

I also shared that I have been using Nuk oral wipes to clean his teeth after his last milk feed at bedtime (a bad habit that we need to wean him off before he turns 3 because all that sugar left on his teeth overnight is BAD – yikes). Dr Ong commented that it was good that I was cleaning his mouth after milk (better than no cleaning at all) and also recommended that we get another toothpaste with minimum 1,000 parts p.m.f. and to use a tinyyyyy bit of it (rice grain size) to rub over his teeth after the wipe down. This important step is to prevent tooth decay.

When my child finally decided that it was ok to step into the dentist’s room, I held him close against me. Dr Ong took out a pop-up book with various animals showing their teeth and spoke in an animated voice when narrating it. First, she tried to get Elliott to “check” the animal’s teeth with a dental mirror but he shook his head (uh oh). Doctor was unfazed. Without missing a heartbeat, she got me to check instead (“Ok, let’s get Mummy to check the lion’s teeth then!”) and handed me the equipment. We made a big show-and-tell out of checking the lion’s teeth (complete with dramatic roars and all) and when she turned the page, Elliott was now ready to do the checking himself (hip hip hooray!).

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He held onto the dental mirror and checked the hippo’s teeth, and even got to check my teeth. Hur hur (note to self – Should have brushed my teeth twice and gargled with mouthwash before the visit!). Most importantly, he allowed Dr Ong to check his teeth willingly! Whoop!

Ok, it wasn’t without hiccups though (other than that massive meltdown regarding that train table). Dr Ong asked that I bend him forward and let him lie on my thighs so that she can check his teeth (instead of us sitting on the dentist’s chair). He yelled, screamed and cried VERY LOUDLY.

I honestly don’t remember much at this point because I just held him down (bad mother moment) and let Dr Ong check his teeth really really quickly. After she was done (and she was really quick!), she cheerfully informed us that Elliott has no cavities – hip hip hooray – and proclaimed loudly to me: WELL DONE MUMMY! At that moment, I felt like AWESOME MOTHER OF THE YEAR, yo. Hur hur.

 

And just like that, we were done with Elliott’s first dental visit.

The damage for the quick visit? A painful S$160. Ouch. I was told by my friend who recommended Dr Ong that the first visit is always the most expensive so I’m hoping that on our next visit – one year later and appointment made!! – it will be easier on the pocket. Oh, but I also found out that you can pay using Baby Bonus so I should remember to bring his card the next time we are there.

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Still, I am a firm believer that prevention is better than cure and knowing that Elliott’s pearlies are in order makes me happy.