The Tale of Two Preemies: The Dentist

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Dentist

So apparently we got something right when we made Cole. The ladies at the dental office were just beside themselves because of his cuteness. Who can resist a red headed boy with big brown eyes? He is adorable. He was full of questions, as usual, and he did really well. He watched a little bit of my appointment and then went back for his own appointment. He let them clean his teeth and do fluoride. His teeth didn't do so well. He ended up with 6 cavities. Yes, SIX! He's not even 4 yet. Apparently he inherited the right combination of looks, but the bad set of teeth. So if anyone has some extra money lying around, you know where to send it. If his baby teeth are going to be this expensive, I don't even want to think about what it's going to cost when he's in high school!

1 comment:

MrsTallPaul said...: Makes me very thankful for dental insurance! paul and I both had bad teeth growing up... hopefully those genes didn't transfer! Always enjoy reading! mamie; 5/19/2010 8:40 AM

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Cole's Story

Cole was born at 30 weeks 3 days, much to our surprise, in 2006. I went in to the hospital because I wasn't feeling well and was afraid I'd get dehydrated. I ended up being air lifted to a larger hospital where Cole was born 24 hours later. He weighed in at 4 lbs. 2 oz. and was 17" long. He had some developmental delays, mostly due to acid reflux. He also had positional plagiocephaly and was in a remolding helmet for 6 weeks. At 14 months he underwent a cardiac catheter procedure to close his PDA. At 25 months he tripped getting out of his kiddie pool and broke his femur. He was in a cast from his hips to his toes for 4 long weeks. He also broke his shoulder at age 5 1/2. His latest medical drama has been a cyst in his left ear. He's had his adenoids removed and another surgery to remove the cyst. He'll have a second surgery in August. He's been through the ringer, but you'd never know it. He just rolls with the punches. He's 100% farm boy. He wants to know how everything works and why. He loves the farm. Farming is definitely in his blood.

Tate's Story

Tate was born at 34 weeks 2 days in 2008. Since I had a previous premature delivery, I was on high alert for another one. It didn't help. We had ultrasound after ultrasound and everything looked great. Tate, however, was not patient. I was admitted to the hospital with preterm labor. He held off for a couple of days, but was still born early. He weighed 5 and a half pounds and was 19" long. Fortunately he had no problems and was released from the hospital 3 days after he was born. He was born the middle child. He desperately wants to do what his big brother does, but has his own interests and wants Cole do to those with him. He's my trouble-maker, fit-thrower, and snuggle bug.