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Cavities and Motherhood

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?

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· December 3, 2008 · Tagged With: Tough Days · Filed Under: Rant

Comments

  1. Bridget says

    December 3, 2008 at 11:37 pm

    I get a new cavity with each pregnancy. :-( I think it probably has to do with the nausea and vomiting. Bleh!

  2. Irene says

    December 3, 2008 at 11:47 pm

    1st time here :D

    Breastfeeding days — the unconscious poking/grabbing of the boobs to check which one the baby is going to feed off from.

    I don’t realize I’m doing it until I get the stare down from non-mommies. :D

  3. Kris says

    December 4, 2008 at 7:20 pm

    For me it was the growth of my feet – I’ve gone from a size 8 narrow to a regular size 9 – sometimes 9 1/2, after 4 pregnancies. And the shifting of your body such that even though you get back to the same weight, nothing ever fits the same – they don’t tell you that part!! And I agree with Irene – I got a chuckle about that – haven’t we all done that a bunch of times?!!

  4. Cosmetic Dentistry says

    December 5, 2008 at 6:21 am

    When I was single, I really had a good set of teeth. Now, I also had cavities after I gave birth.

  5. Andrea says

    December 5, 2008 at 8:22 pm

    Wear that badge with honor!!!

    I hate the dentist but so far being a mom hasn’t brought me to the cavity world, maybe because I am scared to death of the dentist and have only been once since I had my son.

    Lets see; stretch marks on your boobs, belly, and thighs. A belly button that doesn’t look right anymore, saggy boobs, less sleep, acne (while pregnant), hair loss (in the front after birth), let see, weight gain of course, no longer the same size because your hips change into woman hips and I could name more. However I would take it all for being a mom!!!!

    Great post. =)

  6. Sarah Reinhard says

    December 9, 2008 at 12:34 pm

    I have been putting off making a dentist’s appointment, and it’s ironic you posted this, because I think I do have a cavity working its way into all sorts of trouble in my mouth…

    :)

Hi, I’m Kate

I’m a wife, mom of five kids, writer, speaker, storyteller, bibliophile, runner, eating disorder survivor, and perfectionist in recovery. I'm the author of Getting Past Perfect: Finding Joy & Grace in the Messiness of Motherhood  and Weightless: Making Peace With Your Body.

I’ve tried a lot of things in my life – anorexia, bulimia, law school, teaching aerobics, extended breastfeeding, vegetarianism, trying to be perfect and failing miserably at it – and through it all I’ve been writing. And learning to embrace the messiness of life instead of covering it up, making excuses for it, or being ashamed of my brokenness or my home’s sticky counters.

Nowadays I’m striving every single, imperfect day to strike a balance between keeping it real and keeping it joyful.

 

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―Flannery O'Connor

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