We are leaving in 5 minutes for the pediatric dentist's office. Becca has to have a pulpotomy--or a kid root canal and a silver crown. Guess who feels like the worst mom? Okay, not the WORST, but pretty damn bad. How did it come to this? How is it not just a little cavity, or better yet, NO cavity?
I admit I started slacking a little bit on the sugar intake recently. I used to be very strict about it. Then, I kind of lightened up a little and the kids had a lollipop once a day. I still don't think my kids have ever had the amount of sugar in their diets that the average American kid has, though.
I also admit I wasn't vigilant enough with her teeth brushing. I let her do it and then I would go in for a quick once over. But, according to my friends, that is what they do too, and THEIR KIDS DON'T NEED ROOT CANALS.
So, I am sitting here drinking from a giant mug of Mommy Guilt while my poor child is stressed about this whole dentist thing. I'm stressed about the sedation. What if she has a problem with it? I had a weird anesthesia experience that required ventilation. Her doctor doesn't think that will happen with this medication or with her, but I'm still freaking the fuck out.
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