My son has a retainer. Well, I guess I should correct that phrase – he HAD a retainer.
For the last six months, we have spent every day quizzing him on whether his retainer was in his mouth. 2 out of every times it wasn’t. And we’d spend 5-10 minutes running around the house or his school or somewhere else, looking for it. We’d usually find it sitting in the bottom of his backpack or in his pocket or, just that one time, wrapped up in a napkin in the garbage. This, despite the fact that we (us and the dentist) had one single and rather simple rule – if the retainer isn’t in your mouth, it’s in a retainer case. Case. Mouth. No other options. But, no matter how many times we threatened or begged our incredibly intelligent and normally responsible little guy, it didn’t seem to sink in.
The end was supposedly in sight. He was actually already supposed to be rid of the thing, but they thought he should stick it out a little longer because those teeth that are stuck up there (the reason why we are doing all of this ridiculous orthodontia on a 7 year old to begin with) still haven’t poked through. Any day now, they said…
He lost his retainer, again. At after-school care. The good news is that it was found. The bad news is that it was found after someone stepped on it and snapped it in half.
I flipped a lid. Literally. Friday night was not a good night around here. There was a lot of yelling. I hate yelling. We took his Nintendo DS away for a long, long time… maybe even forever. We haven’t really decided. He cried. More about the DS than the fact that he’d lost his retainer. Perhaps he was sad because we were so disappointed in him and he lives to please us. I’m doubtful, though.
Now we’ve got to get more impressions made at the dentist and another retainer made based on those new impressions. It’ll take a couple of weeks for all of it to come together. And a bunch more money, I’m sure. I’m so irritated by all of this. So very irritated. I fully recognize that this is one of those mommy moments and that, in the grand scheme of all things that are important, it’s not that important. We’ll probably chuckle about it some day. I also recognize that he’s 7 and it’s a lot to ask a 7 year old to keep track of a very expensive plastic dental appliance. But still. It makes my blood boil just the same. I’m a long way from chuckling.
When we get the next one, I’m figuring out a way to physically attach it to him at all times. A retainer necklace? I swear. Just watch me.