Liberty had a dentist appointment this morning with a new dentist. She had been awakened the past 3 nights with a toothache, and the orajel/motrin cocktail I was giving her while half asleep wasn't working.
The poor baby ended up having her tooth pulled, due to an abscess. Yes, I know. How on earth did I let it get that bad. It's a long story. One I also tried to explain while in tears to the new evil dentist who had just told me what a horrid mother I was. Okay, he actually said 'I'm leaving now so that ms. assistant can explain to you how life works and why you should be ashamed that Liberty is here like this'. Basically, I was a horrid mother.
Anyway, I do not feel like spilling the story out again. And yes, it is because I am to scared to be judged or reprimanded by anyone who reads. I'm feeling very vulnerable and hurt right now, and I simply couldn't handle any more. But. for the record. I am NOT a horrid mother. The simple version (and less weepy me one) is No Insurance, Not enough $$, and a previous horrible dentist visit (Liberty's, not mine).
So that dentist can kiss my arse.