The Dentist

I thought our trip to the dentist would be easy breezy and it was until….I found Jory’s tooth had to be pulled. This kid and his baby teeth he just doesn’t want let go off. Out of the five teeth he’s lost, two of them had to be pulled by the dentist. This bottom tooth he’s lost was far back, Oma was worried he was going to have freaky looking adult teeth. I was concerned too, but not as much as her. The dentist assured me his tongue would do the work and push the tooth forward.

Rowan past through everything with flying colors as did the baby until he looked at her x-rays. My baby. My baby Sob. Sob. My baby has a cavity. How is this possible? How did this happen? We brush twice a day. She doesn’t even have that many teeth. I hope this isn’t a sign of things in her future. I hope she didn’t inherit Oma’s bad teeth.