True Love Conkers
May. 10th, 2009 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheToday I sank to a new low in an argument and we ended up with everyone in the family crying. Shortly thereafter I realised that I was having trouble standing up and that I have a spiking fever, so I did a bit of resting and drinking tea. It probably didn't help that the girls were at their grandparents' yesterday so Emer was awake and miserable for a large portion of the night. Luckily Rob slept through it so at least one of us was fairly functional.
So we didn't go to meeting, but all sat on the sofa together for over an hour, instead.
After that Rob and I got stuck into housework; the laundry and spare-room-cleaning and so on was extreme, and I tidied and he hoovered the girls' room, too.
The children made cards for Nana, who is arriving in about ten hours; I believe she is now on the ferry from Rosslare, having caught a bus from Midleton this afternoon.
Emer now claims that her worst-looking tooth hurts. I'm going to cave in and see a dentist again soon, I can feel it. It's been only five weeks since her last appointment, but I'm not happy with what we've got...
According to the chart at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tooth_enamel#Development the enamel for that tooth would still have been forming about age 6 months -- when she had the illness for which she took the antibiotics that gave her her strong aversion to having things put in her mouth. That illness involved high fever, and if I had a fever while pregnant, that could have weakened her teeth, too.
And two of my sisters have weak teeth. So it's in the genes.
If her tooth is genuinely hurting her, it needs to be sorted out, even if the dentist didn't see any worrying signs of decay five weeks ago.
I know my children have clean, well-cared-for teeth. This is not my fault. But I feel wretched anyway.
So we didn't go to meeting, but all sat on the sofa together for over an hour, instead.
After that Rob and I got stuck into housework; the laundry and spare-room-cleaning and so on was extreme, and I tidied and he hoovered the girls' room, too.
The children made cards for Nana, who is arriving in about ten hours; I believe she is now on the ferry from Rosslare, having caught a bus from Midleton this afternoon.
Emer now claims that her worst-looking tooth hurts. I'm going to cave in and see a dentist again soon, I can feel it. It's been only five weeks since her last appointment, but I'm not happy with what we've got...
According to the chart at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tooth_enamel#Development the enamel for that tooth would still have been forming about age 6 months -- when she had the illness for which she took the antibiotics that gave her her strong aversion to having things put in her mouth. That illness involved high fever, and if I had a fever while pregnant, that could have weakened her teeth, too.
And two of my sisters have weak teeth. So it's in the genes.
If her tooth is genuinely hurting her, it needs to be sorted out, even if the dentist didn't see any worrying signs of decay five weeks ago.
I know my children have clean, well-cared-for teeth. This is not my fault. But I feel wretched anyway.
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Date: 2009-05-11 01:55 am (UTC)