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Well, that's what we've been doing lately anyway. Yanky has been to the dentist twice since HM has arrived. The week before Hadassah (aka HM) was born, he complained that he had a toothache. I didn't make an appointment with the dentist because a) maybe he was exaggerating how bad it was b) I didn't want to make an appointment that I couldn't keep because of having the baby. Finally, the week after Hadassah was born, my parents offered to take Yanky to the dentist for us. As Yanky had unequivocally stated, he had a cavity. The dentist put in a filling, and Bubby took Yanky to school to carry on with the rest of his day.

Fast forward to this week, Monday. Yanky starts complaining about a toothache again. This time on the other side of his mouth. Not only that, but he states that he can tell it's not a cavity. Something else is wrong. This time, since I don't have to worry about labor getting in the way of a dentist appointment, coupled with the fact that Yanky woke up in the middle of the night with tooth pain AND was WILLING to take Tylenol, I made a dentist appointment the next day. Turns out Yanky was right -- the problem wasn't a cavity. It was an infection from an abscess under a cavity, or something like that. And so, Yanky's tooth was yanked.

To top off all of our recent dental office activity, our regular cleanings are scheduled for the beginning of next month, so we'll be heading there again in just a few more weeks. But maybe I should just settle for hoping not to end up there again before that!