Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The Trouble With Teeth

This week, I hate teeth. I finally took Petra to the dentist (bad mommy!) which is something that I have been putting off because everytime I made an appointment, something came up, and I knew that it promised to be a very bad experience. Well, it didn't turn out to be bad in and of itself, but it turns out that poor Petra has so many cavities, that she needs to have all of them filled under full sedation at the local surgical center! Her enamel is very worn down. It makes me feel really cruddy because I have tried to take good care of her teeth (nothing but water at nighttime, and I brush her teeth each evening and most mornings) but I guess it wasn't enough. I feel dreadful, because teeth don't heal on their own--they only get worse and worse! Her dentist thought that perhaps her bad teeth had something to do with the Arthrogryposis, but I don't know. Maybe the fact that she doesn't eat very well? Anyway, she can look forward to a lifetime of teeth problems (including braces). Whoo-hoo. That poor thing. As if her little body didn't give her enough problems.

And, (joy, joy) Talia has been teething. Now, most of the time we just call her Spit (courtesy Scott (I think)). She cut her first tooth the other day and the one next to it is not far behind. It is a very exciting/harrowing time.

Thankyou mom for making me take all of those disgusting little pink pills.