Our son Bryan will be 10 in just a matter of a week and a few days. He was a brave solider Monday at the dentist. Bryan has a severe over bite, the kind that kids make fun of. He has almost always had it and it doesn't seem to bother him the way my crooked teeth bother me but rather than have him just deal with it forever, we decided to do something about it.
So he was fine at first until he got back to the house. Monday night was suppose to be our night with the boys but his mom wanted to get him. Yep, he didn't eat anything because the pain set in. He spent yesterday at his mamaw's (the ex-wife's mother) where again, he was given what he wanted to eat rather than what he needed. Don't get me wrong I know he is in a ton of pain but the dentist says he has to practice eating, swallowing and talking, which has become a task in itself.
So yesterday he ended up at our house because he wanted to be with us. Now this made me feel amazing that the little guy would rather be at our house. He had the hardest time talking, it's hard for him to close his little mouth, he is constantly sucking his saliva back because he's not use to the extra stuff in his mouth and then came dinner.
I cut him up some pork chops into tiny pieces like you would give a baby who had some teeth, we gave him some rice, jello and he finished off his dad's piece of our wedding cake. He did so well and I am so proud of him.
He has to keep the herps device in his mouth for quite some time so he is going to have to get use to it. It pushes the bottom jaw out while pushing the top jaw back. Trust me it looks painful. Thank God for a brave little boy, the makers of Tylenol and an amazing husband.
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