I have a confession to make: I recently got braces put on my teeth.
Yep, I’m a Brace Face.
A Metal Mouth.
What in the world would posses a 30 year old lactating woman, recovering from a C-section while raising a newborn to get braces, you ask?
Well, truth be told, I was running out of things to blog about that didn’t revolve around my daughter.
Okay, that’s a lie. (Sort of.) The real reason is…wait for it…wait for it…I want straight teeth.
I’m vain that way.
I started doing Invisalign (the invisible braces) a few years ago but one of my upper front teeth was turned so much that Invisalign just wasn’t doing the trick, so a couple of months ago I had a decision to make. I could either do a “course correction” with Invisalign which means they’d take new molds of my mouth and send them in to get a whole new set of trays made–a process that would take several months. Or I could get over myself and just let my orthodontist put traditional braces on my upper front teeth and be done in just a couple of weeks.
I’m not going to lie. It took me awhile to make this decision.
In the end I finally decided to suck it up and just go with traditional braces. I was just ready for this whole process to be over with and didn’t want to have to go through several more months of it.
While the thought of getting braces made me cringe, I thought my maternity leave would be the perfect time to have them put on. I’d be holed up in my house for three months, seeing no one but G, Kate, and the mailman!
Boy was I wrong.
You would not believe how many people in my life I’ve seen since Kate’s been born! People I haven’t seen in months–even years–have shown up at our door. It’s like that game show from the 50s–This is Your Life–where all these people from your past come out of the woodwork. I’m half-expecting my third grade teacher to knock on our door any minute here. (Better go put some makeup on.)
So I tried to get braces in secret, but that didn’t work. Now I figured what the hell–might as well share them with the world:
One last thing to add–Kate was only 2 weeks old when I got them put on and I quickly noticed that when I held her she went from looking me in the eyes to staring at my teeth. I told my friend Jill about this:
Me: Kate won’t stop staring at my braces. It’s making me self-conscious.
Jill: She’s probably thinking, “Great. How’d I get the teenage mom?”
(Like how I still managed to make this about my daughter? It’s a gift.)