Down in the Mouth

Like a sheep to the slaughter, we take Me Too to the dentist. She has a cavity. Again.


You may as well blame this on me, as I’m sure most people will anyway. It doesn’t matter. You probably can’t make me feel worse about it than I already do. (But please don’t try.)

She had her first cavity around 20 months, just a few weeks after getting a clean bill of oral health from the dentist at the city-sponsored 18 month check up. That one was in the front. The dentist applied some kind of solution that prevents the cavity from getting bigger. It also makes her tooth black. Luckily it’s on the side and not very obvious.

That’s what she is expecting so she isn’t nervous about this visit.

But this time the cavity is in the back and they have to drill. I’m a nervous wreck but trying to hide it.

Have promised to take the kids for ice cream afterwards. (Sweets like that have been a rare treat since cavity #1.) Maybe not the best idea considering but I feel so sorry for her!


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gaijinwife
    Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:22:02

    :) Were we writing posts at same time. I was dreading going last Friday with Shou and Marina, thinking there might be a hole somewhere that needed filling. Need to take Ryu and worry that as the third in line Shou and Marina had already sucked all the calcium out of me and he has ended up with shit soft teeth.

    Hope the visit isn’t too traumatic for Me Too, or you.



    • hamakkomommy
      Mar 28, 2012 @ 19:01:58

      Turns out she had TWO cavities, poor kid. She was a champ during the appointment, but on the way out she said it was scary and she wanted to cry. Didn’t tell her that I felt the same way!

      Have to go back for a check up next week and then hopefully that will be the end of it.


  2. Beth
    Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:25:56

    >shivers< My littlest sister had a lot of cavities before age 5. The verdict was weak enamel. Once, I was responsible for going with her to the dentist. My dad dropped us at a mall while he went to a meeting. My job was to keep her happy (feed candy and show her the puppies at the pet store) and get her to take a happy pill to relax her about 30 minutes before the dentist appointment. When my dad picked us back up, she was very happy. We pulled into the dentist and her hysteria undid all the happy pill's work. She screamed, "Not the 'chine! Not the 'chine!" [chine = machine, her name for the drill]. It took me, my dad, and the hygienist to hold her down while the dentist drilled. The next time she needed work, she was put under anesthesia and her back molars were all crowned.
    So sorry for Me Too's dental woes. Hope the dentist is gentle and sympathetic. And you are not to blame.


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