I am so glad James recovered from his cold so we did not have to attempt a reschedule his big dental day. It's been a 2-year, nightmare journey to get James seen and his dental health dealt with so that he could keep his teeth.
Long story short -- hygiene and dental hygiene have been an ongoing struggle, made worse by moves, disasters, and years of life crises. The programs and family dentists we'd been using told me, once the pandemic allowed for dental appointments and he was actually in the chair again, that his teeth were so deteriorated his top adult teeth and possibly some of the bottom, would need to be extracted.
That's 8-10 teeth minimum. He is 17 and has speech difficulties. His jaw will not be fully formed until maybe age 25.
No.
Enter James' aunt, who got us a referral to a dental group who deals with special needs and works with an anesthesiologist. They are about 20 minutes away.
5 hours under general anesthesia and a lot of work and money later, all but 1 of James' teeth were cleaned, saved, and restored. They also took x-rays and gave him a fluoride treatment. When the doctor came out and gave me the good news, I kept hearing Etta James singing "At Last".
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