Teeth
Teeth. That's what's happening around here. Bobbin's got a mouthful - pretty much all of the rest of the 16 teeth that have been waiting to come in - sprouting and breaking through the gums all at once. Her fingers are constantly in her mouth and she's in most definite mouth discomfort. We're giving her motrin, but because of her bad experience with orajel the first time around when she was a baby, we're staying away from the numbing ointments.
As for me - I had my first dentist appointment in 2 years today. The last time I went to the dentist I was 6 months pregnant and thus had to forgo the x-rays that I had already forgone the visit 6 months prior on the chance that I was pregnant (which, unbeknownst to us all at the time, I was!).
I was not expecting good news. 2 years is a long time between visits. And literally since the day I gave birth to Bobbin my teeth have been ultra sensitive to cold, heat, and pressure. But one tooth in particular has been bothering me so much that I've been chewing on the other side of my mouth for the last few months (yes, I suck.)
The news, however, was quite good. All of the spots they had been monitoring two years ago had either cleared up, or not advanced. My gums and "pockets" are in excellent shape, much to the surprise of the dentist and her assistant, to whom I had 'fessed up in advance that I haven't been flossing in the last two years either. My mouth is apparently quite the marvel. You'd apparently never know I haven't flossed or visited the dentist. Cool.
On the bad news side, however, the tooth that has been ultra-sensitive has apparently fallen victim to "Cracked Tooth Syndrome". My dentist sent me down the street to a root canal specialist for a 2nd opinion (who happened to have a cancelled appt and was able to squeeze me in right then and there) and he confirmed that I need a crown. So apparently I'll be getting a crown for #3. The procedure as it was described to me didn't sound particularly fun, although I should be numb for its entirety, and it's a hell of a lot better than a root canal, which is what i'll need if the crown doesn't improve things.
So yeah, it's lots of fun at mealtimes around our house these days ;-)
I also came away with a perscription for extra-strength flouride toothpaste, which should help combat the sensitivity, which is likely a combination of hormones (apparently being pregnant and giving birth and the hormones involved can wreak havoc with your gums and teeth strength) and lack of flouride in the water (we're on a well).
So there you have it. Teeth. That's what it's all about over here. Chew on that!
Comments
Well, at least Bobbin has a normal number of teeth, meaning she didn't inherit her Aunt Sarah's shark mouth. Hopefully she won't get braces at age 7 either.
Posted by Sarah on January 18, 2007 7:51 AM.