Aahhh braces. I never had the pleasure of enduring that particular torture as a youngster( well, a younger youngster ). My teeth are fairly straight with only a few minor imperfections that are not so obvious. Due to my good fortune I was given the choice between a show horse or braces; hmmm tough choice!
Anyway, with all that being said, my precious DQ did not fall under that lucky star. She was blessed with a teenie, tiny mouth that doesn't have enough room for her teeth. Her mouth is so small in fact that the sides tear when the dentist works on her mouth! Needless to say we are staring down the orthodontist tunnel!
She has been undergoing expanding and now braces for about a year now. She really has been a good sport about it all, but we are seeing a different DQ this week. She has an appointment today and she saw that fact on the calendar a couple of days ago. She came home from school yesterday acting pitiful and weepy. She curled up under a blanket and cried. She went in my room and went to sleep. She shunned her dog. She fake coughed. She assumed the fetal position and held her tummy. Then supper time rolled around and she saw the menu and instantly felt better! However, as she was getting ready for school today all of a sudden all those terrible sicky symptoms returned. She can't possibly go today, nope not today she says! Sadly DQ must face the chair this afternoon. Hubby and I are dreading it almost as much as she is! At her last appointment I don't know who cried more: me and her brother, or her!
Amy
