The Saga Continues...

So after dealing with pneumonia for the last three weeks, I went to the dentist yesterday morning with my daughters. They both got a thumbs-up, as neither of them had any cavities or any problems with their teeth. I too, got a good report as far as having cavities, but when my dentist took a look at the two top teeth (I have no idea what their technical name is), she gave me a horrified glance and said, "Ok, we need to take an x-ray of that tooth!"

Now the thing is this...a few years ago, one of my children (I think it might have been Jamie) head butted me while sitting on my lap. At the time, I went to see my dentist because the top teeth felt a bit loose to me. And in fact, they had been slightly loosened from the blow. During that visit, Dr. Telang told me that she had seen a lot of mothers who came in with chipped teeth or missing them altogether...the cause? Their children. (Fathers apparently don't suffer the same fate as mothers and I'm not sure why this is...maybe they don't hold their kids as often? Or maybe it's because they are more aware of the potential for danger and keep their heads well away from the aforementioned children?)...

The teeth in question healed just fine.

A few weeks ago, another child managed to throw her head back (yes, this time it was Emma), and hit me square in the mouth. She cried, I yelled, all seemed to be fine.

And then I noticed (around the time I was dealing with the pneumonia) that my top teeth seemed to be a bit looser than the surrounding teeth. I decided to wait until my dentist's appointment to bring the matter up...which led to the x-ray taken yesterday morning.

And then I learned that not only was I not imagining the teeth being looser than usual, but I would have to exist on a soft food diet. No biting into anything. Not even a sandwich. For ten days. After the ten days are up, I am to check the teeth again, and if there is no improvement, then I have to go back to the dentist, whereupon I may be sent to a root canal specialist.

I took the girls to school and then went home and complained loudly to my husband about the diagnosis and the diet prescription. Brian suggested that I should try Boost (a meal replacement drink thingy).

Last night for dinner, while trying to eat a hamburger (On a bun. Cut into tiny pieces. With a knife and fork.), I casually asked my husband what exactly was involved in a root canal. He put down his fork and pointing to his front tooth, he began, "Well, they drill up through..."

That was as far as he got before I yelled something incoherent and jumped up out of my chair.

"Now are you on board with the soft food diet?" he asked me calmly.

Yes...yes, I am...