Children’s Dentistry

I remember the exact Tuesday evening it happened. My son was laughing at a cartoon, his mouth wide open, and […]

I remember leaning over the bathroom sink, my daughter’s mouth wide open, and feeling my heart drop into my stomach.

I remember the day I finally got my braces off like it was yesterday. The anticipation was electric. I had

I remember sitting in that tiny plastic chair in the pediatric wing, feeling like a total failure as a parent.

I still remember the heavy silence in the car after Leo got his braces. It wasn’t a peaceful silence; it

I sat in that cramped dental office, my knees practically hitting my chin in the tiny guest chair, feeling pretty

I still remember the first time I heard it. I had just tucked my three-year-old in for her afternoon nap,

I remember the first time I saw it. My son was laughing at a cartoon, and there they were—two little

I used to think that squeezing a dental appointment in between school and soccer was the pinnacle of parental efficiency.