It turns out that being bad parents is good for something!
For example, we now know that Max is exactly 40 inches tall and 15.2 Kilograms in weight (skipping breakfast).
Why do we know this? Yup. We were bad parents.
Max's teeth had problems to the point where he needed an outpatient hospital visit where someone (a doctor of dentistry, one would hope) performed dental surgery on the brave young guy. He slept the whole time.
Out popped a tooth that had root-death and some infection. So much for that molar.
Another plus? We don't have to worry about him getting his first tooth knocked out. It's already gone...
Sure, the dentists have speculated that something to do with antibiotics caused some problems with tooth formation for Max, but I'm still pretty sure we're bad parents.
So what else is positive? Max proved once again what a trooper he is. Makes me cry.
Just looking for the silver lining, I guess.
Posted by BilFish at January 23, 2006 04:56 PM