Wacky Wednesday – Dentist Edition

Since this blog sat on my to do list for a while as I was busy living this life and journey, I’ve started out writing about the past. Most of it is pretty ugly. Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, my Wednesday posts will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

When you have a daughter like my oldest, you just never know what wacky thing might come out of her mouth. Shortly after our second daughter was born, our preschool aged daughter had a dental check up. Since she is still in the baby teeth world and dentist appointments are pretty quick deals to get them accustomed to going and get over any fear, they allow the parents to go back with the kids. The practice she goes to is the same one I went to as a child and somehow the hygienists are the same ladies. If you are reading this ladies, let me note that they have not aged a bit. Seriously. Also, they are sweet women who claim to remember me.

So there I stand, facing my daughter in her princess sunglasses shielding her eyes from the bright light as they examine and polish her teeth. I’m on day two of my second chemo cycle and I’m not feeling too terrible just yet. This also means it was the same time period I started to lose my hair. And it was summer. So you add together bright lights, newborn mommy exhaustion, the sound of a drill going across the room, getting accustomed to the wig, and standing there for a bit. Did I mention it was a summer camp morning so we had been up and out way too early? I’m not feeling quite myself. I’m feeling more like That Girl who might throw up and pass out.

My mind started to wander as I heard the hygienist ask my daughter about her baby sister. That proud big sister smile she had been flashing for weeks was all lit up. You can see and feel the love she has for our new baby. Then the woman asks her,

“When does Mommy have to go back to work?”

Very bluntly my daughter says,

“Probably after Christmas when her hair grows back. She has a bulbed head right now cuz she’s sick.”

Yup, just like that she outed me and my “bulbed” head. The hygienist looked at me confused,

“What did she say?”

After I got over the initial shock of her response, I explained what was going on to the hygienist and she got teary eyed. We have been very open with her, in terms she can understand and with what is appropriate, and of course she had seen my nearly bald head at that point. We had let her know I was going to lose my hair. Every morning, like the recap at the top of the news, she would tell me it was still there when she woke up and came to see me. She came with me when I went to pick up my wig. We tried to make it all less scary for her by keeping it out in the open. Given the number of Wacky Wednesday posts I have lined up relating to my hair and wig, I think we accomplished that!