Mommy guilt

So yesterday I finally got Grace in to see the pediatric dentist and it turns out she has not one, but THREE cavities. Seriously? Three? After I had a nice 20-minute mommy guilt attack, the dentist told me that it's not my fault, she just has an enamel issue. An enamel what? Thank goodness it has nothing to do with all of the cookies and candy we feed her, the lack of flossing and the fact that we don't brush her teeth after every single meal. Next week, she'll go back to have three fillings. While sedated. Good god.

Later, we went to our Tuesday playgroup and I took a poll on how many moms floss their 3-year-old's teeth. Everyone balked at me when I even mentioned FLOSSING. "I can hardly remember to floss my own. Isn't it an olympic feat just to get a three-year-old to brush," one mom said. "Once a day, if you're lucky," another replied. Then I gave the dentist play-by-play and another friend was all, "Sarah, of course it's your fault. Not because you don't floss her teeth. Simply because you BIRTHED her. Don't you know, everything is our fault."