Not so much a happy moment as a proud moment. And I suppose being proud makes me happy so that works!
A was back at the hospital today to have her retainer fitted. She was aware if what it would be like as T had one about 18 months ago. But she obviously didn’t know how it would feel. She was upset in the car coming home as it felt huge and made her feel like she couldn’t swallow. But within about an hour of being home and having some calpol as recommended by the consultant she was fine.
She’s persevered all afternoon (she was happy to go into school after lunch) and evening. She’s now in bed settling down for the night and I’m so proud of her. I told her that she’s a Sketchley girl through and through – my nan’s fighting spirit is so plain to see in her. She will be proud too.