A month ago Wyatt had his first dentist appointment, a milestone for sure, albeit a bit late. Meant to do it a year ago, but it kept getting put on the back burner, behind building our house, moving into our house, putting a yard and sprinklers in, and having a baby.
He did awesome, no fear, sat up in his little chair giggling at Kung Fu Panda on the screen above him and chatting with the hygeniest about being Spiderman for Halloween.
His teeth however, weren't so cooperative.
Appears he has my poor enamel, and despite brushing his teeth twice a day since his first tiny tooth popped up at 6 mths, he has several cavities. Two deep enough that they require a baby root canal. It was either that or pull them, but they just so happened to be his two front teeth.
And I just couldn't do it - couldn't have this kid walk around for the next, what, 3 or 4 years? Longer? Without his two front teeth. Maybe partial vanity, but mostly for his own sense of well-being. I know what it feels like to be made fun of for your looks and I promised myself ages ago if I could help it, I would do whatever it took to help my kids avoid that.
Since he's so young, nearly 4 (on Sunday!), he's going to be given anesthesia. Both nerve-wracking and relieving for me, but the worst part for him? He won't be able to eat in the morning. Clear juices until 7:30, and then nothing until after his 9:30 appointment.
You don't want to be here tomorrow morning when I remind him he can't eat. It's not going to be pretty.
So tonight I told him he could have whatever he wanted for dinner (in hopes that he'd actually eat it and fill up) and of course he picked macaroni and cheese. Surprising? No.
With grapes and Trader Joe's Cinnamon Letter crackers. (A current obsession) Wish us luck! Hopefully the only noteworthy happening will be some funny loopy footage.