Bite Me

I've decided that the only way to really keep this blog up is to attack it with bite sized chunks. I keep getting put off by having so many things to blog about that I don't blog any of it. Sad, I know. There shall be no retrospective blogging or updates. I shall just be more disciplined. Famous last word!

So today, having had to stop feeling sorry for myself for having an awful viral infection in order to take my son to the orthodontist, IS the day.

Cutting a long story short, we discovered upon a routine dental check up that Elliot had several teeth so badly decayed that he would require root canal therapy. Both milk and adult teeth were involved. It was the worst feeling that any parent could have. I really felt like I had failed him. Obviously, our brushing and flossing routine were not up to scratch. A visit to a paediatric dentist brought more bad news. He also had a problem with his bite which is damaging his front teeth. The decayed teeth, including the adult tooth, would have to be extracted. There was no point trying to save them. That was done recently with no complications.

The newest addition to our fridge magnet collection

Today would be the first appointment of many in Elliot's predicted long orthodontic history. The orthodontist was a lovely elderly fellow, oh so gentle and kind. He had already impressed by in his waiting room. Surely that castle had to be Disney inspired? If not one from Walt Disney World, then perhaps one from Disneyland Paris as demonstrated by the dragon next to the castle. Oh I wished I had brought my DSLR!

Is that Cinderella's castle at WDW?

I digress...back to Elliot. The appointment went well. Elliot had mug shots taken for accurate jaw measurements and to mark future growth. His hair do was unfortunately forever immortalised on the orthodontist's computer. I would have liked to believe that he could have made the cast for Twilight. My mother would have just said that he looked like a rooster. I should have cut his hair before we went. Moulds of his teeth were taken, his bite was documented, and X-rays were taken. All were done efficiently. We return in about 8 weeks with Malcolm in tow to discuss treatment options and costs...sigh. Wish us luck!