So the boy has a cross bite, and we’ve known
So the boy has a cross bite, and we’ve known for, like, seven years that he was going to have to have some major orthodontia-and now the day has come.*
Stage one is the spacing device thing that will adjust his bite. He got that today. My baby whose extremely clear enunciation has been A Thing since he was two now has a lisp and sounds perpetually nasal. (I imagine some of this will go away as he gets used to the thing.)
But even better? Mr Seldnei and I get to use this wacky little pick device thing to adjust the spacer every morning and evening! Scott showed me how to do it today. It was weird and tricky and when Scott was done he asked Z if it hurt-nope, nope, just pressure between his eyebrows right above his nose.
And I had the horrified realization that WE ARE MOVING THE BONES OF HIS HEAD AROUND AND I AM HAVING A MINOR FREAKOUT.
The boy is fine.
“Can I give you a hug?” I asked.
“Sure. Why?”
“I need to comfort you.”
“I’m fine, Mom. It doesn’t hurt.”
“I know. But comforting you will make me feel better. It’s a weird mom thing.”
“Oh. Okay. You want some snuggle time?”
(He then patiently answered all my questions-the pressure goes away almost immediately; one tooth kind of aches but not terribly-without the usual eye rolling I get when I’m being too mom-like. And then we started in being goofy and yelling about TWENTY ONE PLAYS OF ‘WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT’ so all is well.)
*it’s started affecting his adult teeth and causing him pain.
Tags:the joys of mothering a zweeble, seriously we're rearranging his skull this is some frankenstienian shit right here, seldnei's life
Stage one is the spacing device thing that will adjust his bite. He got that today. My baby whose extremely clear enunciation has been A Thing since he was two now has a lisp and sounds perpetually nasal. (I imagine some of this will go away as he gets used to the thing.)
But even better? Mr Seldnei and I get to use this wacky little pick device thing to adjust the spacer every morning and evening! Scott showed me how to do it today. It was weird and tricky and when Scott was done he asked Z if it hurt-nope, nope, just pressure between his eyebrows right above his nose.
And I had the horrified realization that WE ARE MOVING THE BONES OF HIS HEAD AROUND AND I AM HAVING A MINOR FREAKOUT.
The boy is fine.
“Can I give you a hug?” I asked.
“Sure. Why?”
“I need to comfort you.”
“I’m fine, Mom. It doesn’t hurt.”
“I know. But comforting you will make me feel better. It’s a weird mom thing.”
“Oh. Okay. You want some snuggle time?”
(He then patiently answered all my questions-the pressure goes away almost immediately; one tooth kind of aches but not terribly-without the usual eye rolling I get when I’m being too mom-like. And then we started in being goofy and yelling about TWENTY ONE PLAYS OF ‘WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT’ so all is well.)
*it’s started affecting his adult teeth and causing him pain.
Tags:the joys of mothering a zweeble, seriously we're rearranging his skull this is some frankenstienian shit right here, seldnei's life