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This mama is tired.
Jack had a dentist appointment bright and early this morning. We arrived at 9:45am, and while we were still in the waiting room, the receptionists were whispering back and forth to one another. After a few moments, one of them asked, "Sadie, what time was Jackson's appointment today?" I answered them that I thought it had been 9:45. They'd had 9:15 down for him, and they quickly discussed with the Dr. Drake (a woman, by the way) whether or not there was still time to go ahead with the appointment.
Jack needed his first filling - a small "white dot" has been visible on one of his top incisor teeth for at least the last two years, and at his last check-up, the dentist decided it was time to fix it. They said it was most likely a genetically weak spot in the enamel, and that the 14.5 months he nursed to sleep in his first years probably helped to form the little pocket. He's had it for as long as I can remember him having that tooth, really. I'd asked about having his fixed before, but at the time, it wasn't deep enough for them to be concerned. Finally, it was going to be fixed.
They decided to start the procedure, but they did warn me that if Jack didn't do well on his own, there wouldn't be time for then to use the nitrous oxide, and we'd have to come back again for another appointment. Jack had been so excited about this appointment for so long, as I was constantly showing him the little spot on his tooth at home in the mirror. Dr. Drake gave him a hand mirror and let him look at the spot one last time before starting, and he jabbered away a mile a minute until the technician actually put her hands inside his mouth (at which point he HAD to stop talking).
He did great - never wincing or even mentioning any pain while the scraped and drilled at the tooth. He thought the blue dye was awfully cool, and he held the cotton wipes for the technician even while they worked on him. Within 20 minutes, it was all over. He now has a bright, perfect smile - the first time I ever remember seeing it!
Once Dr. Drake gave him the go-ahead, he hopped down from the dentist chair so fast, announcing to everyone, "And now I'm going to go pick my toy, because I was sooooo good, you know!" The technicians laughed as they watched him head straight for the "toy drawers" - he's been there five times now, so he knows EXACTLY where to go for the good stuff!
We didn't have to wait any length of time for his filling to set, so he chose to go out for breakfast. We came home and picked up A.J. first (Dad was still sleeping, having worked last night), and then we all went out for breakfast. The boys ate like horses - I've never seen them put away so much food. I had to order even more scrambled eggs for each of them when I was only halfway through my own breakfast!
Philip mowed the yard this afternoon, and we'd intended all along to set up Banzai Falls again... but we changed our plans at the last minute. Instead, he cleaned up just a bit, we all changed into our swimsuits, and then we headed out to a pool together. It was so much fun, and it was a perfect afternoon and evening. On the way home, we stopped at Dairy Queen to get ice cream for the boys, but Philip and I weren't hungry. (I think I was a bit water-logged, actually.) In fact, I'm just now getting hungry, having never really eaten dinner yet, so I'm drinking a bunch of water right now instead. :-)

Jack had a dentist appointment bright and early this morning. We arrived at 9:45am, and while we were still in the waiting room, the receptionists were whispering back and forth to one another. After a few moments, one of them asked, "Sadie, what time was Jackson's appointment today?" I answered them that I thought it had been 9:45. They'd had 9:15 down for him, and they quickly discussed with the Dr. Drake (a woman, by the way) whether or not there was still time to go ahead with the appointment.
Jack needed his first filling - a small "white dot" has been visible on one of his top incisor teeth for at least the last two years, and at his last check-up, the dentist decided it was time to fix it. They said it was most likely a genetically weak spot in the enamel, and that the 14.5 months he nursed to sleep in his first years probably helped to form the little pocket. He's had it for as long as I can remember him having that tooth, really. I'd asked about having his fixed before, but at the time, it wasn't deep enough for them to be concerned. Finally, it was going to be fixed.
They decided to start the procedure, but they did warn me that if Jack didn't do well on his own, there wouldn't be time for then to use the nitrous oxide, and we'd have to come back again for another appointment. Jack had been so excited about this appointment for so long, as I was constantly showing him the little spot on his tooth at home in the mirror. Dr. Drake gave him a hand mirror and let him look at the spot one last time before starting, and he jabbered away a mile a minute until the technician actually put her hands inside his mouth (at which point he HAD to stop talking).
He did great - never wincing or even mentioning any pain while the scraped and drilled at the tooth. He thought the blue dye was awfully cool, and he held the cotton wipes for the technician even while they worked on him. Within 20 minutes, it was all over. He now has a bright, perfect smile - the first time I ever remember seeing it!
Once Dr. Drake gave him the go-ahead, he hopped down from the dentist chair so fast, announcing to everyone, "And now I'm going to go pick my toy, because I was sooooo good, you know!" The technicians laughed as they watched him head straight for the "toy drawers" - he's been there five times now, so he knows EXACTLY where to go for the good stuff!
We didn't have to wait any length of time for his filling to set, so he chose to go out for breakfast. We came home and picked up A.J. first (Dad was still sleeping, having worked last night), and then we all went out for breakfast. The boys ate like horses - I've never seen them put away so much food. I had to order even more scrambled eggs for each of them when I was only halfway through my own breakfast!
Philip mowed the yard this afternoon, and we'd intended all along to set up Banzai Falls again... but we changed our plans at the last minute. Instead, he cleaned up just a bit, we all changed into our swimsuits, and then we headed out to a pool together. It was so much fun, and it was a perfect afternoon and evening. On the way home, we stopped at Dairy Queen to get ice cream for the boys, but Philip and I weren't hungry. (I think I was a bit water-logged, actually.) In fact, I'm just now getting hungry, having never really eaten dinner yet, so I'm drinking a bunch of water right now instead. :-)

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Date: 2006-06-20 05:13 am (UTC)and i hate the dentist! especially since the last time i went it was because i chipped half my tooth away at a waterpark.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:22 am (UTC)As for me, my full name is Sadie Nicole Cleghorn. I really dislike Sadie, so I go by Nicole. It's great for weeding out telemarketers, though. ;-)
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:35 am (UTC)But OMG - Gmail is spying on you!
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Date: 2006-06-20 11:23 am (UTC)I cannot wait until Nicholas loses his silver capped teeth and he has a perfect bright smile :D It sounds like Jack did wonderful at the dentist though, probably better than I would have!
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 01:05 pm (UTC)Hey hon, I hate when I say things like this b/c I'm not a professional, but while breastmilk *can* cause tooth decay, it's not nearly nearly as likely as what most docs are used to with bottle fed babies.
Milk doesn't pool in the baby's mouth b/c the actual action on the breast for nursing draws the nipple clear into the back of the mouth and the milk almost just falls right down the throat. Then, too, a baby must suckle and will swallow should they express milk out. But milk doesn't really as like pool in a baby's mouth from nursing. Whereas from bottle feeding, the bottle drips,e ven if there isn't any sucking action.
Why am I saything this... b/c I don't want you to feel guilty for nursing your baby to sleep when you did, b/c you did the right thing. I do hear from things I read that there's a small chance with bad genetics that can impact it, but the breastfeeding guru that taught me alot about nursing is also a dental hygentist and she's really really read up on it.
The only teeth I have cavities in are the molars that had the metal bands for braces. My sister is the same way. We always thought that was a weird thing.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:01 pm (UTC)To be honest, I *didn't* know the difference until I found all these resources about breastfeeding, so I do my little part of the world to combat misinformation!
*hugs* I'm glad you wouldn't do anything different! Belle still nurses off to sleepytown at 18 mos.
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:42 pm (UTC)Her reply? "Oh, i wouldn't worry about it, then. I still nurse my 3.5 year old to sleep. You nurse her as long as she wants."
:)
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 07:46 pm (UTC)As for the milk, the night time, and the not brushing after nursing..
Not a sign of discoloration or anything!
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-20 07:48 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:53 pm (UTC)Good to see ya again, though
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Date: 2006-06-20 07:57 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm still around. The main reason I left/got into a confrontation was because someone asked how to wean with love for some reason or other and she was attacked and pretty much told she was a selfish bag for wanting to stop nursing once she got to a year.
It just seems like so many people (BNs, especially) use the catch phrases "Just get to 6 weeks, 3 months, 6 months." and "Give your baby a year of the best." And then, when the mother decides she just doesn't want to do it anymore--the mention of the "W" word in any breastfeeding community on LJ is like the worst sin ever! I guess I just think that women should be applauded for nursing their children to a year and then given the tools to wean gently.
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:03 pm (UTC)yeah, the "w" is a sore one with me, too.
I personally felt it was an inapproriate (?sp) for the discussion. I think part of that b/c in our society I am generally looked on as a freak b/c my daughter is over 12 months and I'm still nursing.
So, yeah, I'm guilty and maybe a little over agressive of hushing the weaning talk, but that a rare voice out there. You'll hear 99 people telling you to wean and only one saying, it is ok to keep nursing and you can get through this and let nature take it's course? KWIM?
I completely see what you're saying too, but I can see the otherside where maybe just maybe with a little more loving (keyword LOVING) support that maybe more nursing relationships won't end prematurely.
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:05 pm (UTC)Partly because I think it's hillarious when stuck up idiots get their panties in a bunch when she pulls up my shirt and nurses--she's nearly 41 inches tall!
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Date: 2006-06-20 08:08 pm (UTC)So yeah, I hang around those places so that maybe I can be a small source of reason....
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I'm glad he isn't afraid of the dentist!
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