The boys had dentist appointments a few weeks ago and we got some less than stellar news for Paxton. He has 4-5 cavities! FOUR to FIVE!!!! We've been told since his first visit that his teeth are super close together, perfect for food to get stuck and live in between. At this visit, I was also told that his enamel didn't develop properly, therefore, there isn't much there to protect them either. The dentist informed us that we're kind of up against a losing battle with his mouthful of pearly "not-so whites". (P.S. It should be noted that at the same appointment, Hudson came away with an A+ and ZERO cavities!). We scheduled not one, but two future appointments to have the cavities filled. Since there are so many, and some on each side, top and bottom, the dentist doesn't want to make him sit for that length of time. Plus, one cavity is so bad that he has to have a full cap over the tooth. So, our first appointment was this week at 9:00am. Since I took Hudson to school at 8:00am, we had an hour to kill and he's been talking about going on another "just Mommy and Paxton" date for awhile so I thought this would be the perfect time. You know, reward the kid who has 5 cavities! And I have to tell you about a quick story he told me that morning. And if you know my Paxton, you will know that this is a typical story from him and the way his mind works. It started out like this, "Mommy, one time when I was with just Dad because you were in heaven because they hadn't made you yet....." Excuse me, what? Where was I? I tried explaining to him that I didn't come from heaven, in fact no one does, and that heaven is only where you go when you die. He followed up with a bunch of questions which assured me that he still had no comprehension of what I was trying to tell him and it was time I just let it go and allow him to go on believing whatever it is that goes on in that la-la land mind of his. Man I love this kid!
He was super brave for the dentist. Before walking in, he asked me if it was going to hurt. I told him it might a little bit and explained that afterwards his cheek/tongue/lip will feel funny for awhile (numb) but that its just medicine and will soon go back to feeling normal. He told me that he didn't care and he'd let the dentist do whatever he needed to.
Paxton laid there for 40 minutes with his hands in his pockets and feet crossed. He never complained, and always shook his head "yes" when the dentist asked if he was okay. At one point, the dentist even stopped and said, "Look at him, he's amazing." I know! I got those proud, embarrassing mommy tears at that point. That's also when I remembered that I got the same tears when Hudson had his cavities filled over a year ago and that I brought him to Target afterwards with free reign of anything in the store. You know, again rewarding the cavities! Ha, not so much the cavities, but the bravery and cooperation!
And there's his silver tooth, which he thinks is pretty cool and might even have super powers. When we left that day he told me that he thought it was really fun getting a cavity filled and he's excited he gets to go back again. Oh boy...
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