Rojo got braces yesterday.
Yes. It's true.
What's also true is that by Monday I may have lost my mind, confidence in all the reasons behind getting the braces, and resolve to see this thing through.
Yesterday he went on a hunger (and fluid) strike and I saw the very real possibility this whole thing would end with a trip to ER. We did, however, manage to get him to drink some water around 6:00 PM, but the boy did not consume one single calorie from 6:00 AM yesterday to 4:00 AM today, when he woke up and was craving tuna fish.
My sainted husband got up with him, mixed up two cans of tuna with mayonnaise, liberally sprinkled the garlic salt and got him to eat both, drink a ton of water, and got him back into bed where he slept like an angel until 7:00.
Because he was able to put the mayonnaise-y tuna in his mouth and just swallow, he still has not chewed, and announced "I'll chew in two years when my braces come off."
It would be just like him to give up chewing for 2 years.
What the hell was I thinking?
I know what I was thinking. I was thinking I want him to have a beautiful smile. I want one part of him to not scream "special needs." I want one part of his adolescence to be typical. If he can't act like everyone else, can he at least look like them?