Dentally Insane

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve always had a ‘thing’ about teeth; I think I got it from my mother.  She was a stickler about making sure my brother and I went to the dentist twice a year when we were home and under her wing.  Even when my brother went off to college and at times didn’t come home regularly, she still tried to make sure he kept up with his bi-annual appointments.  Mom had to eventually give it up; even she knew she had to stop and finally cut the apron strings.  Besides, she still had me at home to harass for a few more years.

 

I’m pretty sure my mother’s paranoia about her children having healthy teeth was exacerbated by the fact that she lost her teeth at a relatively early age from a gum disease; and she just wasn’t going to take a chance that it could happen to us.

 

 

Now, as an adult looking back, I fully appreciate her efforts having raised four kids of my own and being concerned about the health and safety of their teeth.  Somehow my brother and I managed to have a mouthful of healthy teeth; not many cavities, and never even needed braces.  Although, it wasn’t quite like it is today where the advances in technology in dentistry and orthodontics are so remarkable that almost every kid, and even the most paranoid of parents, can be assured that they will have picture-perfect pearly whites.  The challenge, as I see it, is to still be smiling once you’re asked to pay the piper.  I say this because I was one of those parents.

 

 

Even though I managed to escape the “brace-face” saga, all four of my kids had them.  Heck, when Julie and Jory got braces, the orthodontist actually gave us a ‘deal’ because they were twins and getting them at the same time.  Deal, schmeal…..it was still outrageous, and I know the doctor had to be seeing $$$ when we walked through the door.

 

I think being the first, Jenna got the worst of it.  She had this night-brace/head gear apparatus that went around her head and clipped to two tiny metal hooks attached to her braces in front.  That poor child must have felt like an alien for the time she had to wear it; and I don’t know why they called it a ‘night brace,’ when she had to wear it for several hours during the day too.  She was a real trooper.

 

By the time my last child got braces, we ALL were pros...it was no big deal. 

Joe seemed to breeze through his brace experience, and I felt happy and assured that I had done well by those four mouths; even my mom was proud of me.

 

 

I had to trust that their yearly check ups would continue once they all were on their own and away from my guidance.  And unlike my mother, I would not be making phone calls to any college dorm room or house discussing dental appointments; besides, they could deal with dentists when they came home on breaks.

 

I knew that once the orthodontic finale was over and those braces were removed from Joe’s nice straight teeth, I will have done my job and I would be a happy camper.  But oh how smug we can get…

 

Freshman year in high school for Julie and Jory, and I’m at a soccer game with Joe at my side.  The team is playing their arch-rival, and the atmosphere is pretty intense.  Jory is playing in the midfield and Julie is the goalie for our team.  In the frenzy of play between these two rival teams, the ball gets kicked downfield to our goal where Julie is poised and ready for action.  Watching from the stands, I can see a hoard of bodies around the goal and Julie…some players were on the ground and some standing.  Then, more standing…but not Julie.  Whistles blow and someone frantically waves for me to come out onto the field.  I knew this wasn’t going to be good.  I knew this was going to be my worst nightmare.  I knew this because I had a premonition….feeling if you will, the day before.  I’ve gotten feelings before about various things, but I always chalked them up to coincidence….something I’ve learned NOT to do quite as much of since this incident.

 

With my heart in my throat I walked onto the field.  I see coaches and players running over to Julie.  I see Jory standing close by…..visibly upset; and then I see Julie....holding a towel over her mouth….and blood.  Yep, my worst nightmare.

 

 

Where was the mouth guard I just bought for her the day before….because I just had this feeling.  She had played all the other games without a mouth guard because the school didn’t supply them.  I’m not sure Julie would have even worn it if they did; she didn’t like the feeling of it.   She never got into a situation where she needed one; and honestly, I hadn’t really thought about it……until THIS game.  Hence, my last minute purchase.

 

Where was the mouth guard?  I knew very well where it was.  I didn’t want to, but I HAD to see the damage.  I asked Julie to take the towel away.

 

“I’m sorry Mom, I should have listened to you….I’m sorry!”

 

Oh my heart!  Her beautiful two front teeth!  She was kicked in the mouth….one tooth pushed back in the roof of her mouth... all but dangling by a thread, and the other one…..in her hand.   I was numb.  I didn’t cry; there was enough of that going on, and my mind wouldn’t let me.  Now all I cared about was how much pain she was in and what I needed to do to get this fixed as quickly as possible.

 

With my arms tightly around her, we rode in the golf cart back to the locker room. I assured her everything would be fine.  But who was going to assure me?

 

We called my dentist’s office and saw him as quickly as my car could take us.  Julie seemed okay considering; but scared at the prospect of what this meant in her young life.  I think I was in worse shape than she was inside, but I could never let her know that.  All the blood that had drained from my face must have given me away when the nurse asked if I needed to sit down.  No, I needed to see….I needed to see what ‘miracle’ was going to happen to make everything fine for my girl again.  As I stood in that room watching the dentist put Julie’s teeth back in her mouth…and work his ‘miracle,’ Julie looked at me and bravely handled it all.  I was never as proud of her as in those moments.  Now, I was getting teary.  We left that office with Julie sporting a fat lip; but she still had her teeth...something I wasn't so sure would be the case.

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today, some twenty-three years or so later, Julie still has her teeth...and a beautiful smile.  I did a fair share of praying….and crying over those pearly whites; and now that Julie's a mom...she knows exactly how I felt.  Whatever issues that may or may not come up about her teeth will be on her plate now; but I still say a little prayer now and again to the MAN upstairs….along with my thanks. 

 

And yes, I pay a little more attention now if I happen to get ‘one of those feelings.’  ~Joy

 

 
  

P.S.  In an age where we’ve seen tattoos on virtually every part of the body we can think of, I haven’t seen this before.  Do people actually do this?  Who sees them?....or do they wait until their teeth fall out to have it done?  I’m amazed….and if my mother were still alive…. she’d be floored.  Have any of you seen someone who has one? 

 

 

Tooth Tattoos   (Click on pictures to enlarge)

 

 

  
  

Comments

[jen]

It's amazing that teeth can go back in the mouth ey? I can only imagine how you felt. JJ plays Australian Rules Football and I'm getting him into the habit of wearing a mouthguard. And guess where he's going on Friday? Yep, the dentist!

[Tara R.]

Fortunately, my kids inherited their dad's tough teeth... neither has had a single cavity. Both did have braces though. Both also played soccer, but I can't remember either of them wearing mouth guards.

I've not seen the tattoos for teeth, but I do have a friend who has a Steelers cap on one of his front teeth.

[Peter]

Congratulations on all the dental care over the years Joy.
Great jokes in your previous post!!

[kenju]

I have never seen tooth tattoos and I hope I never do!

[Hattie]

My kids both had braces. It's clear that the oldest grandkid won't need them but her sister will.
What is bothering me these days are those chiclet teeth that are so white, and the proud owners constantly grinning and grinning.

[Peggy]

That story is every mother's worst dental nightmare! I'm glad the dentist could fix it! I bet that ALL the kids on the team wore mouth guards after that game!

[Merle]

Dear Joy ~~ Great teeth post and I am so glad that Julie's teeth were able to go back into her mouth. It's amazing what they can do these days isn't it? Glad all the kids
have good teeth. Don't forget to floss and brush yours. Take care, Love, Merle.

[Darlene]

I felt your pain as a mother knowing the worst had happened. I am so glad that you were able to get Julie to the dentist in time to save her teeth.

My step daughter had to wear that night head cap and the wires cut into the corners of her mouth and hurt. Poor little girl, but she has a beautiful smile now.

I only wish I had been lucky enough to wear braces when I was a child, because my crooked teeth have been the bane of my life.

[Junie Rose]

Oh my! What a story, Joy- and what a wonderful ending! Your girl has a beautiful smile!

NO!! I have NOT seen those' tooth tattoos" and hope I never do!! What's wrong with these people anyway- to want to do such a thing!!

Hugs))

Junie

[Maria]

I remember standing in the Dentist office with my ten year old son, Bill as the Dr. explained how he would remove two molars and move the teeth around to make room It was de juvue all over again. His explanation was exactly what I had heard when I was ten years old. Poor Bill, had inherited my gene for crooked and crowded teeth. I really felt "Mother Guilt". as irrationale as that would be in this case.

You made me think about all those dentist visits I made with my kids over the years.

[Jenna Schrock]

Good to hear that Julie's fine. It must have been a difficult lesson to learn, but let's hope kids would listen to their parents next time. It's amazing what doctors can do nowadays. People take their teeth for granted but it's one of the first things other people see on our face.