There’s not alot I can say to describe the metal that envelopes my daughter’s teeth.

The experience was as good as it could be.

The girl’s mouth is incredibly sore today and I am respectful of her pain.

She has kindly permitted me to show you the photos of the ordeal, so I can keep it on the blog, for historical purposes, you know?

I’m so glad I never had to have braces…

Imogen’s time for braces has come.

Yesterday she went down to the Children’s Hospital and had spacers placed on her back  molars. Ironically her molars are overcrowded, where, in the front, she has small and missing teeth, leaving huge spaces in between each one. It hurt her, alot. They had to prise her molars apart to wedge the little round spacers in. Next week, there should be enough space for the metal rings for the braces to be placed.

I have never had to have braces, actually, I’ve never even had a filling, so I have no understanding of what my girl has had to go through thus far.

David has and does and has told me so many horror stories.

They filed his teeth down!

Filed. Them. Down!

Owwwwwie. No wonder he is petrifiied of the dentist.

The kids at school used to call her ‘crocodile teeth’ because, when you have Ectodermal Dysplasia, your teeth form in a conical shape. (David used to be called wolf boy for the same reason). When she was nine the dentist capped and reshaped some of her front teeth, so that they were square. As a result, she was a much happier girl.

I guess some things have changed since David was little.

Now we have come to the next phase. The braces will go on next Monday and stay on for about two years. Then they will build her teeth up and place titanium implants to encourage tooth regrowth.

The end result should be wonderful.