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Third Time is a Charm, Right?

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I'm convinced that my dental woes will never end.

Do you know what I would give to go back in time and NOT pull the baby tooth that preceded my congenitally absent adult tooth?

John calls me his "Hillbilly Lover", although he says it with a good ol' boy Southern accent ("Hillbilly Lovuh...")

I got braces when I was 15 years old to reset my midline (it was closer to my cheek than the front of my face), and to make room for a Maryland bridge (a fake tooth).

Glad the folks at the University of Michigan Orthodontic school are so good about following up with kids who finish their treatment the exact same week the orthodontic students graduate.  I wasn't even given a retainer!

At age 35, I couldn't handle the fact that my front tooth looked black because the silver from the Maryland bridge was showing through.  I had a good friend who was a dentist in the military.  He threw on braces for a couple of weeks and made me a new bridge.

That darn tooth has popped out one too many times, and amazingly it never happens when I'm in my hometown.  Nope, I've seen more dentists in other cities than I've seen my own.

When it came out at the Illinois college visit, I'd HAD it.  Something HAD to be done.  So, I made an appointment with my kids' orthodontist.

She very kindly made me a retainer that would hold my tooth in.  Just in time too for my driver's license picture.  Phew!

I wouldn't want to look TOO much like a redneck Pennsylvanian with my missing tooth!

However, having a retainer that I have to flip out every time I take a bite of anything wasn't really realistic.  So, she convinced me to fix this problem for good.

For the third time in my life, I have braces.  That's right--I now have to differentiate the orthodontist appointments on my calendar so I know if the appointment is for Glo, or for me.

Luckily, my husband sprung for the lux set of braces.  Actually, he didn't have a choice.  My vanity overrode any metal.


They don't look too bad, right?  Actually, they look pretty awful if you look closely, but at least I still look like me from a distance.

I'm really hoping that third time's a charm.

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  1. Sarah MoranMarch 6, 2014 at 11:04 AM

    I can't even really see your new braces in the picture; you look like your normal beautiful self. I'm looking forward to seeing them face to face next week. You can Emily can compare your fancy pants braces to her lovely metal ones :)

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