Sometimes, the world just plays a trick on you and messes with your mind. For months now, I’ve been nervous about sending the kids to the dentist. In truth, I’ve been nervous about sending Edda to the dentist – would she scream, would her teeth be all terrible because of the grinding/mouthing/poor brushing? Nope, everything went fine with her last week, everything looked great.
Vince had his check-up today. He has EIGHT cavities. I just about fainted when Jeremy relayed the message to me on the phone. Apparently, he does a good job brushing, it’s just that his teeth are so tightly packed together and we haven’t been flossing so that there is decay between all of his back molars. This means FOUR separate return visits to the dentist to fix them. Sometimes I just want to sit down and hold my head for a little while. Did I mention that I am still sick?