
When they were around the age of about 4, we started the trips to the dentist. Initially it was to sit in the chair and have the hygienist take a quick look around, maybe use an instrument or two. At that point there wasn't anything going on with their teeth and I was delighted that the boys coped so well with the intimate experience of lying back in the chair and staying still while a strange lady poked and prodded.
So you can imagine my horror when my oldest was 5 and the dentist told me he had 7 cavities. SEVEN. I was stunned. How could that happen? My husband's insurance allowed visits every 9 months so it hadn't exactly been a long time since our last visit.
"Elaine" she said, "when my son was 5 he had 8 cavities."
To be honest with you it never occurred to me that maybe she was a crappy dentist. She's a lovely lady and had always done a great job on my own teeth. She said it can just happen. It doesn't take much for food and sugar to do a number on baby teeth.
We never have juice or pop in the house but we do eat the cookies and cakes we make. Obviously the brushing I was doing wasn't enough to prevent damage. Forewarned is forearmed so I ramped up the brushing and when my youngest was 5 he only had 2 cavities. Horrible but I'd seen worse hadn't I. About a year later we started using an Oral B Vitality spin brush. It's easier than using a manual brush and does a much better job. No new cavities thank goodness.
And I never thought about putting an end to the cookies and cakes....
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