I remember the days when I was this awesome, know-it-all, perfect mother.
Of course, it was before I had kids.
When I had it all figured out - parents whose kids tantrumed, screamed, ran around like lunatics, interrupted grown-ups talking were just plain doing something wrong.
That would never be MY kids.
And when I'd hear that some poor child got a cavity? Well, me and my judgey little britches just knew those slacker Moms must not have been brushing those tiny little teeth for heavens sake!
Of course, life after kids has humbled me and I can honestly say
I've long abandoned those judgements.
Kids scream, they tantrum, they interrupt and they run around like lunatics.
But get cavities?
Nope. Not on MY watch.
Yeah, so um... *cough cough*
Rella has a cavity.
Plus another one is starting in a second tooth, but they will leave that one be for now.
I'm so freakin' upset about this I can't even explain.
In preparation for Monday's drilling and filling the dental hygienist sent us home with some dental paraphernalia and all afternoon we gave Rella's "Bubby" a check up.
I didn't get my first cavity until I was 23.
I guess she didn't inherit my teeth.
I'm sorry baby girl.