The girls and I all had dentist appointments today. Shelby and I received clean bills of tooth-health, while Darby has two cavities that will prompt a second visit (and more time off school/work, not to mention an extra $140 out of the wallet) next week. But that wasn't the bad news.
The dentist noticed that, on one side of Darby's mouth, she has very little room for her overdue permanent canine tooth to come in. So he decided to take an x-ray, which confirmed all of his suspicions. Darby has a whole heck of a lot of teeth coming in and nowhere for them to go. He suggested we visit an orthodontist soon. Grrr. That's not exactly something I'd hoped to hear today, as I don't believe I can afford to follow that path to its conclusion.
This situation sucks further because Darby's teeth are generally quite straight, so I had, until now, been going about thinking that I wouldn't have to deal with appointments, equipment, invoices, and other miscellaneous hassle of the orthodontic variety. But then again, I had six teeth pulled by the time I was her age, in preparation for my own orthodontic assault.
So, on the (nefarious saffron) cusp of Darby's latest bout with tooth decay, we have learned that the decay of my wallet (or at least its contents, real and virtual) may follow soon thereafter.
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