I began this post yesterday by telling you about the majority of our visit to the pediatric dentist. Needless to say I was already a little tired and having my moon made me emotional as well.
After the girls were done we were ushered into one of the consultation rooms and left to wait for the hygienist. She came in and sat down across from us. “Let’s see,” she begins, “looking at R’s chart she has one, two, three…(silence while counting, because you can’t talk at the same time counting that high)…eight, nine cavities.” I couldn’t hold my tongue. “NINE!?!” Immediately Reagan buried her head in my arm. I wished I could have cut my tongue out of my mouth. I know how bad I feel when I have teeth issues, and I just reinforced those issues into my daughter. How horrible of a mother could I be? I held her tightly, as tightly as I could with Ashlyn squirming and whining on my left knee.
The hygienist then began to talk about treatment options. I was glazing over though thinking about how I just made my daughter cry. Just made her feel bad in front of me. Not for doing something wrong, but just for having teeth problems. The hygienist finally quit when the dentist came in to go over the xrays. She took her place across from us. “Hmm, I see a lot of crowding in there. There are a lot of teeth vying for their places.” “Yes, I had a lot of crowding too. Had to get a lot of teeth pulled because of that.” My mind begins to wonder if she’ll have to go through the trauma I went through. “Here,” the dentist begins, “are where the front four bottom teeth should be. I don’t really see any teeth down there though.” Wha? All I could manage to whisper was, “there might not be adult teeth down there?” She had the hygienist take Reagan back to the chair to get another xray of the front of her mouth. As soon as Reagan was out of the room I broke down. I couldn’t stand the thought of her having to go through teeth pulling after teeth pulling just to make room in her mouth, and then to have to be fitted for implants for four front teeth.
The dentist felt so bad for me she came around and gave me a hug. Then she got me tissues. I love the compassion of women. I couldn’t even express why I was upset. I knew I had to regain composure before Reagan came back in. And when she did I was composed, and the good news was that there are four adult teeth down there. She will have to see the orthodontist soon because one adult tooth isn’t where it should be and is covering up a six-year molar that should be pushing through the gum soon.
The Not So SAHM women are strong when we need to be (like during the moving process we just went through). But there are times (thank you moon) when we sob and bawl like the best of babies. Lord help Du.