Today - oh happy day - the smallest one was told her loathed braces were finally to come off next month after FOUR years of having devices and braces and stuff jammed in her mouth.
Oh, and a cool $8000 handed over, thank you very much.
Her orthodontist is a fairly stern bloke, not big on the conversation, much of it is "open wider please" and "make sure you brush thoroughly"...that type of riveting talk.
Today when he told her we could make the "get em off" appointment, she thrust her arms in the air and said "it's a dream come true."
He smiled (the first we've seen) and said "well, I don't know if it's that exciting."
It's taken an age because when her teeth came in, one grew from the roof of her mouth, smack dab in the centre and had to be gently coaxed into its proper spot at the front of her mouth using a device that widened her mouth and pushed it down.
Took an age and the original dentist we saw was a disaster. Disorganised, allowing too much time for little one to think about what was going to happen (she was then 11) and, the final straw, ripped out a device that had been glued in her mouth causing littlest great trauma.
Now there is bite - hahaha - at the end of the tunnel. Just in time for her birthday.
"This is the best birthday present" she said.
"Great, does that mean I don't have to buy you one" said her everloving mumma.
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