Grand Daughter #2

Yesterday told me a lot about my 8 year old grand daughter and even more about myself. Got a call from Trinity's school saying Trin's mouth was hurting as she had been to the orthodontist's office before coming to school. After speaking directly to Trin, I decided to pick up some children's tylenol and go out to the school and give her a dose of it. I called her Mother (my daughter) and told her to contact the Dr.'s office to see exactly what should be done. Their instruction was to give her a dose of tylenol and then a dose of advil every 4 to 6 hrs. So I get to Walmart and got the screws that I needed for my closet project and the tylenol and spent several minutes looking for Aleve for children. Talked to the snotty Pharmasist's helper and she advised me that Aleve didn't make meds for children. She said I might want to get Motrin and I did.

Went to the school and as they sent for Trin. She looked so pitiful when she came out, however, she was not crying. I said let me see Boo and when she opened her mouth I almost fainted. There on the inside of her bottom front teeth was some kind of metal device that looked like the sharp split tongue of a snake. It looked like it would absolutelty shred her toung into a million pieces. I knew that Trin had what is called an open bite and needed tongue thrust therapy that involved some kind of appratus placed in the mouth. I gave her the tylenol and hugged her several times asking if she was in a lot of pain. She said and pointed to the back tooth and said the the front didn't hurt that bad. After a few more hugs I left and went to my car that was parked directly in the front door of the school. I felt the tears start to rise up and I just sat there and cried for a few minutes. I thought, Denistry is still so barbaric. There should be an easier way. It reminded me of all the bad experiences I've had at the hands of dentists.

So I went home. Later her mother called and said that the school had called and said that Trin was still in some pain and that she would pick her up, bring her to my house and return to work. When they arrived, Trinity looked fine and was eating french fries and drinking a soda. But my heart still ached for her. It seems that her older sister, always had it easier on every thing, even with the braces. I started to understand why her parents seemed to favor her so much more than Bree.