Teeth
I picked Gillian up from day camp at 3 o'clock, as I have every other day this week. I asked her how her day had been, what crafts they had done, what they had cooked, what games they had played, the whole nine yards. A little farther towards home, she starts talking to Jacob. We're nearly home when I hear her say "Jacob, I lost a tooth today."
Nevermind telling me! The sad thing is that she doesn't know when, exactly, she lost it, and so she doesn't have her tooth for the tooth fairy (or for her mother to keep >:) and, yeah.
So that's the first tooth she's lost. I'm going to continue desperately hoping that she has enough room in her mouth for all of her permanent teeth. Sam had four teeth pulled before getting braces and I think that it's one of the last things I'd consent to have done on a kid of mine. Hello, we're meant to have all the teeth we evolved to have. IMO, and all that.
I censor myself a lot. I think it must be nice to be mainstream and to agree with what the majority of people say, because then you could say what you thought and not worry about some weird kind of backlash. Instead, I worry that I can't correct blatant misinformation without being perceived as a nutcase out to convince women that their doctors lied to them. Nevermind that the doctors most likely did lie to them, I still don't think they should go around telling people that a double nuchal cord necessitated a caesarean. For starters, I want to meet this special doctor that diagnosed a double nuchal cord prenatally! Then I'd like them to explain why Jacob is alive and well (and had excellent APGAR scores, and cried while he was still half inside me and so forth) even though he had a double nuchal cord.
I think I managed okay for today to hit the right balance between informing without being OMG YER DR SUX. It's a constant battle. I censor myself on here too, because I figure that I respect the people on my flist enough not to offend them. The problem, of course, is that almost everything is potentially offensive, and then you have a bland, boring journal that no one wants to read. ¿Hooray?
I also hate it when you know you haven't done anything to upset someone, yet you still end up feeling like there must be something, some incident that you can't remember, because nothing else quite explains the behaviour. :(
Nevermind telling me! The sad thing is that she doesn't know when, exactly, she lost it, and so she doesn't have her tooth for the tooth fairy (or for her mother to keep >:) and, yeah.
So that's the first tooth she's lost. I'm going to continue desperately hoping that she has enough room in her mouth for all of her permanent teeth. Sam had four teeth pulled before getting braces and I think that it's one of the last things I'd consent to have done on a kid of mine. Hello, we're meant to have all the teeth we evolved to have. IMO, and all that.
I censor myself a lot. I think it must be nice to be mainstream and to agree with what the majority of people say, because then you could say what you thought and not worry about some weird kind of backlash. Instead, I worry that I can't correct blatant misinformation without being perceived as a nutcase out to convince women that their doctors lied to them. Nevermind that the doctors most likely did lie to them, I still don't think they should go around telling people that a double nuchal cord necessitated a caesarean. For starters, I want to meet this special doctor that diagnosed a double nuchal cord prenatally! Then I'd like them to explain why Jacob is alive and well (and had excellent APGAR scores, and cried while he was still half inside me and so forth) even though he had a double nuchal cord.
I think I managed okay for today to hit the right balance between informing without being OMG YER DR SUX. It's a constant battle. I censor myself on here too, because I figure that I respect the people on my flist enough not to offend them. The problem, of course, is that almost everything is potentially offensive, and then you have a bland, boring journal that no one wants to read. ¿Hooray?
I also hate it when you know you haven't done anything to upset someone, yet you still end up feeling like there must be something, some incident that you can't remember, because nothing else quite explains the behaviour. :(