Daya had her teeth cleaned yesterday. She has zero cavities and 1 baby tooth left.
As always, she requires my sunglasses because she is allergic to the light.
Daya needs braces.
I have known this for a while and I have delayed the consultation...I guess because subconsciously I am scared of the cost.
How to pay for it....I don't know. I really, really don't know.
Having no help for anything, in any way, ever- really stinks.
And it is scary.
How did I end up like this?
But she has an appointment next month, so I'll have to face it.
I had braces. Twice. I hated the orthodontist...going and all the crap surrounding it. My mother used my orthodontic expenses as a way to harass, annoy, and financially burden my father. There were many screaming phone conversations- the arguing even extended to the receptionist at the office.
It was bad.
During those years, on occasional visits to see my father, my teeth were always a topic of conversation. How much the braces cost. They argued around me and through me. My father was so angry that once he even took me for another opinion during a visit.
The orthodontist apparently took advantage of the situation, and my braces cost three times what they should have, or something like that.
Of course my sister's teeth came in perfectly and she didn't need any orthodontic work at all.
There is that small voice that tells me perhaps this is my karma for having been such a burden as a child.
But I'll never make Daya feel badly for having... needs that kids have.