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We think she's done. The dentist phoned to ask us to come in early -- again -- and so Rob got home from work and we were all on the bus by 11:30 and got to the clinic in plenty of time. Emer resisted coming in this time, I think because it was yet another different nurse and she didn't like this one, but after a bit of faffery she lay down on Rob's chest with her head on his shoulder again and it was all fine.

She has had scraping, drilling, suction, air-drying, water-cleaning, jabbing, poking, and all sorts, and now her teeth are all filled, apparently. And private; she won't let me look at the fillings. She says none of it hurt. Actually, now she says the tooth he drilled through front to back hurt at the time but doesn't now.

Afterwards he gave her a soft toy - a chick from M&S - and said he wants to see her in about three months. And I said that since I no longer trusted our other dentists I was worried about Linnea's teeth, and so he looked at those too, and they are, as everyone has always said, completely fine.

I had at least three courses of antibiotics while I was pregnant with Emer. I really do hope her weak teeth are antenatal and infant-fever damage, and not genetics, because I'd love for her to have perfect adult teeth which take all manner of abuse, like mine.