I have the taste buds of your average 12 year old. Especially when it comes to sweets. Things like red vines, sour patch kids, any Haribo gummi product. . . I love all of them. Even a I type this I'm patiently waiting for my Fat Boy to melt a little so that it's a soft, delicious gooey dessert. So I'm not surprised that I've had cavities. But I do take care of my teeth. I brush 2-3 times a day (I have a toothbrush at work so I can brush mid-day), I floss (although not as much as I should I'm sure), and I generally make sure that I have good dental hygiene. I have to. And not because of my love for crap food, although that certainly is a large factor, but because I inherited some pretty terrible dental genes. I've had THREE root canals. I'm not even 30. My sister has had two (which makes me feel better about myself). We just come from a family with crap teeth. Good thing we are not British. Then we'd have crap, crooked teeth.
I have one tooth in particular that has been a pain (sometimes literally) for about four years now. Good ole tooth #20 was one of my root canal chompers. I had the root canal back in 2006. And in 2007 the tooth, which had a previous filling, chipped. I got another filling, but was told that I'd eventually need a crown on that tooth. This happened while I was at Fort Jackson, SC for school. Then I moved to Fort Campbell. I went to get my tooth taken care of but was told the tooth looked good and to just get the crown upon return from deployment. Well, less than a month after returning from Afghanistan I moved back to South Carolina. So in I went to the dentist to get my crown. But only to be told that because I'm not stationed at Fort Jackson long enough, I'll have to wait to get my crown at my next duty station, Fort Benning.
And then I get to Fort Benning. And am pregnant pretty much a day later. And one of the fun (and by fun I mean annoying) things about pregnancy is that it makes your teeth (and gums) more susceptible to issues. In my case this was a deteriorating filling. But all I could do was continue to get more fillings as the dentist did not want to do the crown until after my pregnancy. So I waited. And got more fillings.
About a month after Cale was born, before returning to work, I went back to the dentist. Knowing I wanted to be pregnant again, I wanted to get my tooth taken care of as soon as possible. But by this point I had enough fillings and work done on that poor tooth that they couldn't do a normal crowning procedure. So eventually they decided to basically drill out the majority of what remained of the tooth and basically put a temporary tooth in its place until I had a "crown lengthening procedure" in which they cut your gums, find enough real tooth to attached a crown to, and slap that puppy on.
Only I got pregnant again. And then I was back to square one and temporary solutions as the procedure I need requires sedation. And during this time (my pregnancy with Finn), my temporary tooth kept falling out. After about the third time I just told the dentist I'd rather leave it out until I could just get the tooth fixed once and for all. And he was fine with that. So I was left with a tiny nub of a tooth. Thank goodness it's in the back of my mouth.
The other week I went back to the dentist to get my tooth looked at and hopefully fixed. But surprise, surprise I have a filling they need to take care of first. So I get the filling and come to find out that they can't fix my tooth just yet. Why? Well because I've had basically no tooth for long enough that my root canal has been exposed. And they have to re-do it. Yup, root canal #4. Sweet. Now am waiting for my next appointment before the appointment in which I will hopefully get my damn tooth fixed. Four years later.
Enjoy not having any teeth Finn. Because once you do, you're screwed.