Yesterday was not only my eldest son’s golden birthday (14 on the 14th) but it was my youngest son’s introduction to headgear. Eeeegads. My brother wore headgear in the late 1970s, but times have changed and so has headgear. I’ve made a solemn promise never to post pictures on facebook…. or my blogs. A mother’s got to protect the dignity of her children, after all. I also promised son #1 that if he made fun of son #2 I would make some headgear for him to wear and pictures would be broadcast for all to see. (I’m the nice mom, remember?)
So, the purpose of the contraption is to pull the entire upper bridge, including attached cheek bones, forward… while holding the forehead and chin where they are. I’ve never seen anything like it. At least it’s a pretty blue color. :o) Dr. Ortho said that our son didn’t need to wear it to school. I said, “Oh yes he does!” Yet another advantage to homeschooling…. cutting headgear time down by two-thirds. He even wears it to sleep. Not my idea of a good time, but he’s coping well.
Every time I see Mr. Headgear, I am surprised by the metal bar dissecting his face. Hopefully I’ll get used to it… it just looks so much like a transformer, or a cling-on, or a muzzle. I’m the mom, though, so I still think he’s cute. I told him at bedtime that we actually do need to take a picture of him wearing the headgear so his children will know how we tortured him. That’s what parents do.
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