BAD Tooth.
Feb. 17th, 2005 01:42 pmOK, so the invitations to Tadpole's birthday party have been mailed, with a very comprehensive map and many explanations from Husband on how to get to our house (cos hey, lots of one-way streets and our street is a tiny dead-end). Husband explains in details how to get here from the East, from the West, from the South, and with the public transportation i.e. from the North. I kindly refrained from pointing out that Our Alien Friends who are coming from the sky will most probably get lost and be very offended that their special case hasn't been taken in consideration.
I made an extra invitation for Froglet, put in an envelope and called Tadpole to give it to her sister.
Tadpole *hands envelope to Froglet* That's for you.
Froglet: Oh! What is it?
Tadpole *importanly* an invitation to my birthday party!
Froglet: Oh! Thank you!
Tadpole: You're welcome!
And then they sat down and opened the envelope together, and marvelled at the cheerful, pretty Miss Kitty invitation card. :D
And -- Froglet is having a so-so day.
I pulled her out of school today, because she has been complaining about a sugar-sensitive tooth-ache, and since it was that time in her life anyways, I made an appointment at the doctors. Cos hey. Booster shots.
Needles.
I had promised an ice-cream if she behaved (she didn't but she got an ice-cream anyway), and yet, when the doctor came in with his assistant and she saw the needles, OMG, long and shiny and pointy, she freaked out big time, screamed and kicked and fought, and they took her by surprise as she was struggling, and she was concentrating so hard on fighting their hands off that she never even felt it when they got her.
So for the second shot, she just sat there and whimpered ow ow ow ow ow ow, as big, hot tears streamed down her little face, and then we were done.
rainette *hugs the froglet*: did it hurt much?
Froglet *very small voice, slightly surprised tone*: not very much
rainette *giggles*
Froglet *smiles sheepishly and wipes tears away*
Tadpole screamed too, at first, because she didn't quite understand why Froglet should have the doctor's undivided attention, and she insisted on showing the Doctor her boo-boo (and was offended when the doctor had a hard time spotting the tiny boo-boo on her hand). But once the needles came out, she stopped fidgeting and asking for a turn, I have to say. She just sat there and watched with interest, and looked for Blood.
(For little kids are a blood-thirsty bunch. Whenever I howl in pain because I have cut/burned myself, the froglings arrive at full speed. "Can I see?" is the first question out of their mouths, and my mum says I used to do it too, to her. *shrugs* Healthy scientific interest, I guess. ;) )
Next came the dentist and the bad news.
My Froglet is a Very Good Girl. Thanks to regular brushing, her baby teeth are perfect and clean and in her almost six years of life (albeit only 5 1/2 with teeth), she hasn't had one single cavity. But. It appears that one of her new molars is flaky and fragile. It's so brand-new it isn't even completely out yet, but already there is a cavity that hurts when she eats sweet stuff, and that cavity needs to be treated.
The good news is that apparently the other Big Girl's teeth are fine and healthy, it is just this one tooth for now, but it will have to be checked regularly, and chances are it will need further fillings, even maybe a crown at some point ("in 20 years", he said, but still. He anticipates all sorts of problem with that tooth.) Hopefully, her other teeth will be OK, too. *sighs*
And then we went and had an ice-cream, the three of us, cos the girls certainly deserved a treat for being so good.
Froglet has an appointment in two weeks to treat the tooth, poor kid :( At least it won't hurt anymore after that.
I made an extra invitation for Froglet, put in an envelope and called Tadpole to give it to her sister.
Tadpole *hands envelope to Froglet* That's for you.
Froglet: Oh! What is it?
Tadpole *importanly* an invitation to my birthday party!
Froglet: Oh! Thank you!
Tadpole: You're welcome!
And then they sat down and opened the envelope together, and marvelled at the cheerful, pretty Miss Kitty invitation card. :D
And -- Froglet is having a so-so day.
I pulled her out of school today, because she has been complaining about a sugar-sensitive tooth-ache, and since it was that time in her life anyways, I made an appointment at the doctors. Cos hey. Booster shots.
Needles.
I had promised an ice-cream if she behaved (she didn't but she got an ice-cream anyway), and yet, when the doctor came in with his assistant and she saw the needles, OMG, long and shiny and pointy, she freaked out big time, screamed and kicked and fought, and they took her by surprise as she was struggling, and she was concentrating so hard on fighting their hands off that she never even felt it when they got her.
So for the second shot, she just sat there and whimpered ow ow ow ow ow ow, as big, hot tears streamed down her little face, and then we were done.
rainette *hugs the froglet*: did it hurt much?
Froglet *very small voice, slightly surprised tone*: not very much
rainette *giggles*
Froglet *smiles sheepishly and wipes tears away*
Tadpole screamed too, at first, because she didn't quite understand why Froglet should have the doctor's undivided attention, and she insisted on showing the Doctor her boo-boo (and was offended when the doctor had a hard time spotting the tiny boo-boo on her hand). But once the needles came out, she stopped fidgeting and asking for a turn, I have to say. She just sat there and watched with interest, and looked for Blood.
(For little kids are a blood-thirsty bunch. Whenever I howl in pain because I have cut/burned myself, the froglings arrive at full speed. "Can I see?" is the first question out of their mouths, and my mum says I used to do it too, to her. *shrugs* Healthy scientific interest, I guess. ;) )
Next came the dentist and the bad news.
My Froglet is a Very Good Girl. Thanks to regular brushing, her baby teeth are perfect and clean and in her almost six years of life (albeit only 5 1/2 with teeth), she hasn't had one single cavity. But. It appears that one of her new molars is flaky and fragile. It's so brand-new it isn't even completely out yet, but already there is a cavity that hurts when she eats sweet stuff, and that cavity needs to be treated.
The good news is that apparently the other Big Girl's teeth are fine and healthy, it is just this one tooth for now, but it will have to be checked regularly, and chances are it will need further fillings, even maybe a crown at some point ("in 20 years", he said, but still. He anticipates all sorts of problem with that tooth.) Hopefully, her other teeth will be OK, too. *sighs*
And then we went and had an ice-cream, the three of us, cos the girls certainly deserved a treat for being so good.
Froglet has an appointment in two weeks to treat the tooth, poor kid :( At least it won't hurt anymore after that.
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Date: 2005-02-17 11:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-18 06:44 am (UTC)Yeah, and I feel your pain too, I am in the same situation (although I guess it would help if I wasn't a professional procrastinator when it comes to going to the dentist's is concerned. The girls go regularly. I don't.)
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Date: 2005-02-18 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-17 11:31 am (UTC)In fact, they're probably in your closet right now.
...Did you hear that noise?
(Also, OW. Poor Froglet.)
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Date: 2005-02-18 06:48 am (UTC)I checked the closet, and damn, the cat puked in it again.
In other news, Froglet is staying home because her arm hurts. I am not utterly convinced, but I remember experiencing disomfort after vaccinations, and since she's really good about going to school ususally, I'm going to let this pass. *shrugs* She's in Senior Kindergarten, anyway, it's not like they're going to learn to read without her today.
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Date: 2005-02-17 11:37 am (UTC)yesss! Asked all the time.
Annnd I must say again, your girls are Too Cute.
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Date: 2005-02-18 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-17 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-18 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-17 01:56 pm (UTC)*sympathizes massively*
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Date: 2005-02-18 06:54 am (UTC)Froglet used to be quite OK with them, only now she's seen so many book against Teh Fear of Teh Ebil Needle, and talked so much with her friends that she is really scared of them.
The first time they took Tadpole's blood (she was 3 days old, and it's routine procedure, to check for some specific, treatable diseases), the nurse stuck the tiny needle in, and then started looking for the vein, very carefully.
And Tadpole purely and simply fell asleep before she had found it. :D
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Date: 2005-02-17 02:28 pm (UTC)Do you know, I have that exact same thing with my teeth? *pulls left lip back to show off steel crown* When I was about two, I had a high fever that destroyed the calcium in some of my back teeth (according to my dentist. I'm not sure quite how that works).
Anyhow, I have resin fillings in two and a crown on the third; the fillings went in when I was fourteen and the crown when I was sixteen.
So you can tell Froglet that Sam knows just how she feels :D
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Date: 2005-02-18 07:02 am (UTC)I told her your story, and she hugged me ("ow, my arm") and was very pleased that you Shared A Condition with her, and it all went well until I mentioned the crown. And then she looked at me with that perplexed, "you're pulling my leg" smile of hers. "How can a tooth have a crown?", she asked.
Damn. I hadn't anticipated that one. And I don't know that my explanation what dentistically correct, but what the heck, my dentist is unable to explain the easiest grammar point in English, so I don't think I am supposed to know All About Crowns either. I did my best, and now she Wants A Crown too. Heh. Kids. :D
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Date: 2005-02-18 08:05 am (UTC)I think it's called a crown because originally they only fit on the top of the tooth, and looked like a little crown sitting there....
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Date: 2005-02-19 08:03 am (UTC)I did tell her they were called crowns because they fit on the top of the tooth, only, you know, top would be tête in French (i.e. it also means head), and she was nonplussed: "teeth have heads?" *headthunk*
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Date: 2005-02-19 09:34 am (UTC)They do offer dental implants now, I saw it on TV the other day -- if you have a tooth extracted you can have a fake one "installed", apparently.
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Date: 2005-02-23 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-18 07:12 am (UTC)So, no bad parenting or anything. :) Made me feel awful, though, because I've never had a cavity and was convinced that Proper Dental Hygiene would make for Perfect Teeth.
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Date: 2005-02-18 07:24 am (UTC)Still, how FRUSTRATING. Especially for them, you know, when you keep telling them to brush well to protect their teeth from cavities and they get them anyways. Grrrr.
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Date: 2005-02-18 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-19 08:14 am (UTC):D
Yes, I still have the fascination for blood too, sometimes, but I can't watch it like I used to. They have this show, Skin Deep, where they show plastic surgeries (real life ones), and once they showed a brow-lifting surgery: so you open up the scalp at the top of your
victim'spatient's head, you put a tiny (metallic, how to you get away with that at security in airports, I wonder) screw in the skull and you tie a piece of string from the corner of the brow to the screw, and to do that you have to slide the string under the skin.Well. This is one procedure I watched, and will never go through, I swear. Cos the loosened skin on the forehead, making weird shapes because you push Stuff underneath, is truly creepy.
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Date: 2005-02-20 04:08 am (UTC)But give Froglet good luck and hugs from me and hopefully her other grown up teeth will be fine.
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Date: 2005-02-23 11:13 am (UTC)From what the dentitst said, it can also be linked with childhood diseases: he says Froglet's problems are probably linked with a high fever she had when she was small, poor mite. *sighs*
She's pleased with the hug, BTW, thank you.