Back in January, we learned Cason had some cavities. After consulting with a pediatric dentist, it was decided that he needed to be put under general anesthesia to do all the work that needed to be done and we decided to wait until spring break to do the surgery. Because, let's be honest: what kid wants to go to Sea World or to his grandparents house over spring break when he can have dental surgery? At least that's the story we told him.

Here's my guy waiting to start.

And wait we did.

Is there a class in medical school about making people wait as long as possible?

Surgery was scheduled for 8:30 and we were to be at the hospital at 7 a.m. So naturally, surgery didn't start until 11.

During the surgery, a nurse came out to give us some news that things were a lot worse than originally thought. Cason has a genetic condition where he basically has very weak enamel. She said a lot of other stuff too but I was distracted by the dollar signs I saw floating around.

I went in to be with Case as he was coming out of anesthesia and I have to say, that is something I never want to experience again. It was truly awful and I have even more respect for parents who have sick or chronically ill babies. Because this mama's heart was hurting. And I'm praying we DON'T have to go through it again but it honestly doesn't look good. It looks like we have a lifetime of dental procedures ahead of us. Or at least 20 more years. At some point, Cason can get his own insurance.

But, as my mom pointed out, there are worse things in the world than having dental issues. However, I have now become the self appointed "teeth nazi." According to the dentist, there is nothing we could have done to prevent this but I'll be darned if I'm not going to try my hardest to avoid this in the future.