Yes, cavities. I hate to be Debbie Downer, but cavities are on my mind.
My husband has always had cavity ridden teeth. It was a trait I hoped he wouldn't pass onto our children, but alas, the gene has hit five-year-old Braden hard. And thus, cavities, fluoride, dentists, and sedation (more on that), have all become a regular part of our vocabulary.
Let me back up. Even before knowing about Braden's cavity ridden teeth, I knew going to the dentist with him would be a challenge. Braden is very sensitive to noise and hates to be in the vicinity of a vacuum cleaner, let alone have a loud drill come into an internal orifice. (See this old post chronicling Braden's first trip to the dentist - it wasn't pretty). Over the years, it has gotten a little bit easier, in that he will actually sit in the chair and allow the dental professionals to look in his mouth. However, allowing them to put anything in his mouth, besides a finger or one of those hook teeth counter things, has remained a challenge.
|This was so momentous I took a picture.|
My shame, and the subsequent candy purging, was only the tip of the iceberg, though. The bigger issues was how to get these cavities filled, in a kid that won't even open his mouth for the motorized fluoride brush?