Aside from the fact that another viral cloud has descended upon our home and I have the second cold in a month (also had the stomach bug this month) and snot is running out of my nose as I type, I went to the dentist yesterday and learned I have a stinkin’ cavity (I had no x-rays, of course, but my dentist could see a rotten little guy making himself at home in one of my back teeth).
I just don’t get it. I floss nightly. I use a spiffy Sonicare toothbrush. Not to mention the fact that I never had one single cavity until I became an official card-carrying member of the Mom Club.
“It’s nothing you’ve done or didn’t do,” my dentist assured me. “This comes with the childbearing years.”
Varicose veins. Spit-up-stained clothes. Sleep deprivation. Mental gaffes. Even germ warfare. I’d been forewarned about all of these not-so-fun aspects of motherhood, and I can (mostly) tolerate smelling like Eau du Breastmilk and feeling more like a “mombie” than a functioning human being on some particularly exhausting days.
But cavities? C’mon, people. Do rotting teeth really have to be a part of the childbearing years? And don’t tell me I should consider fillings a badge of honor for motherhood. That’s not going to happen.
As I sat in the dentist’s chair desperately trying not to gag, I kept telling myself that it’s a good thing babies are so darn cute because having decay mongers for teeth is the pits.
What about you? What’s been one sort of silly (it’s just a tiny cavity, right?) but nonetheless challenging change you’ve had to face since becoming a mom?