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We were supposed to go at her second birthday. But we were scared. Getting her to lie down, get her teeth cleaned, when she won’t even really let us brush her hair for 15 seconds seemed like it’d be a struggle. It seemed like it would be confusing to her. It seemed like it could hurt. It seemed impossible. Then we went through the regression and the diagnosis and all the craziness. When we finally came up for air I asked another mom of a girl with Rett what she did. She recommended we go to this dentist. This was the result:
Dentist

Big smiles. The whole time.

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