A Party in his Mouth
About a year ago it became clear that Joaquin would have to endure orthodontics—and not for aesthetics. One of his canine teeth was stuck without any available space to erupt. We had waited for it for years and now there was no way it could come down.
I was so nervous about how this kid would take this process. I dreaded it! The pain, the work in the mouth, keeping him cavity-free with the added challenge of him doing a very good job cleaning around all these appliances… But I had no choice. We consulted doctors, he picked his favorite, I got him an exciting assortment of cleaning tools, and we started the treatment last fall.
I could never have anticipated how much he would love—love! all this stuff going on—a party— in his mouth. He adores the variation and oral input he’s gone through with every new thing they’ve given him, including the latest: the beloved rubber band that connected top and bottom to pull the whole track of top teeth to his midline. He pouted today when Dr. S told us we didn’t need it anymore. He enjoyed its presence so much and had grown so accustomed to playing the harp with it. Ha!
Recently Kiki and I have been watching with excitement a tiny white dot that has appeared on the now open
parking spot belonging to the missing canine. Today’s X-Ray confirmed it: The tooth has come down to the gum line and is about to break through! Woohoo! I think I’ll bake and frost a cake in celebration when we finally see it erupt.