Learning to Smile;

Written by: Jeremy Baumhower

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I never knew how much stress I was carrying, with my smile. An incident happened during a basketball game, when I was 12 years-old–  my face ate the wood floors at the Catholic Club. The contact instantly broke my front tooth in half, had the the exposed nerve hanging and I still finished the game.

This the only story in my repertoire, that shows any toughness on my part.

My family dentist fixed the tooth with a cap, which didn’t match in color. At the age of 13, I became aware that I had a off-colored smile, with newly matching blue gums, above the formerly healthy tooth. I don’t remember smiling a lot before this incident, because our home was never overly loving, and my father was battling his disease. The dental work that was done, made it nearly impossible, to smile after.

Fast forward 20 years later– I had just moved my family back to the area, found a dentist office that worked with my insurance, filled with a friendly staff. My first visits were amazing, with courteous and compassionate dentists, who were great with my children. Then something unexpected happened, and they sold the practice to a firm outside the city. Most of the support staff stayed, but new dentists were shipped in.

During my next visit, I was convinced that my 20 year-old front tooth/cap could be replaced and covered by my insurance company, at little cost. And, while they were replacing it, the dental staff wanted to make it a brighter shade of white, to sell me a whitening package, which of course I agreed to. I had little knowledge about dentistry, except I hated the sound of the drill.

I later learned, the new replacement tooth was affixed to my jaw with a single metal post. Imagine something skinnier than a toothpick, being the only thing holding a front tooth in place.  They wanted to make money off the teeth whitening, having no other reason to replace the 20 year-old cap.

Being a larger man, where I value food and eating; proved one thing– the replacement job did not work. Over the course of 6 years, my front tooth broke off completely, over 10 times. Each time another new Dentist, would remark on how surprised he/she were on the technique of replacing the front tooth… and that the new fix was only temporary. Eventually, I would need some procedure that would cost over $3,000, with insurance unlikely to cover it.

That my friend, creates some deep buried stress.

January of last year, my tooth broke for the final time. I was told it could no longer be reattached, there was no more quality bone to connect the tooth to. Having no dental insurance at the time, and a family of four to feed, gave me only one option. The only fix I could afford, was to wear a “flipper”.

A “flipper” is a sportier way to say and describe a denture.  It’s something hockey players wear, until they retire and have their teeth permanently fixed. Over the last 14 months, I was buying Fixodent and pasting my front tooth, into my mouth.

I told no one.

To make matters worse, the flipper broke, and I started fixing it with superglue.

So, as I am making TV appearances, getting married, growing my public presence, — I was wearing a ghetto-rigged, super glued, front tooth flipper.

This is the reason why I smirk and express my face in ways other than smiling. It probably explains the eyebrow.. possibly.

I cannot understate the amount of subtle and deeply buried stress, one carries with a bad smile. It’s embarrassing, it made my heart sad, and was my Achilles’s heel.

Then, something unexpected happened.

In early February, I received a message from a friend on Facebook; asking me to stop by. Marcia Kozy stated she read my columns and posts, her husband was a Dentist, and they were curious as to why I rarely smiled.

I agreed to come in, and we scheduled a meeting.

Dr. Paul Kozy and Theresa

Dr. Paul Kozy and Theresa looking at my initial X-Ray

A couple of minutes into the appointment and I felt an urge to get something off my chest. I admitted something that I rarely had before– I hated my teeth and despised my smile.

It was at this very moment, I saw Dr. Paul Kozy​’s heart. I never met the man before, but learned so much in a short amount of time. Dr. Paul immediately put me in a chair, ordered crazy x-rays, and examined my situation. Turns out, he is one of a few dentists in the world, that does the exact procedure, my mouth needed.

Karma.

As I sat in the chair, and this man who looks like a cross between Woody Hayes and Carty Finkbeiner, examined my mouth thoroughly and excitedly. I learned about his practice, it’s truly family owned and operated. His two daughters, Bridget Kozy Snyder​, Jackie Kozy Baither,​ are both dentists and joined the family business. I also learned about his 5 year-old grandson, whom like my child, has a beautifully gifted mind. 1 in 68, makes the world extra small.

Here I am,  having no idea what to expect.

Here I am, having no idea what to expect. One last smirk-filled selfie.

This past Thursday, I underwent a 3-hour surgery to fix a problem that happened when I was 12. I was sedated with a bag of Valium, conscious and making jokes throughout the procedure.

At noon, Dr. Paul handed me a mirror, and allowed me to see his work. I was confused, most-likely from the drugs.. but it was the weirdest thing to see. My teeth looked beautiful.

Dr. Kozy and I, minutes after the procedure.  My body full of Valium and a mouth filled with a brighter future.

Dr. Kozy and I, minutes after the procedure. My body full of Valium and a mouth filled with a brighter future.

There is a video coming soon, including this moment… where you can see how completely amazed and mesmerized I was. You will also see me on drugs, where at the time I described how I was feeling as “noon on St. Patrick’s day”.

I did not shed a tear in front of Dr. Paul, but I have shed many since.

Dr. Paul gave my kids a gift that day. He gave their dad, a smile. Something, we all are getting used to.

If you are unhappy with your smile, carrying that deeply buried stress– I strongly suggest calling Kozy Dental. Dr. Paul, Dr. Jackie and Dr. Bridget make people smile better, every day.

Dr. Paul played baseball at UT, his daughters both went to Ohio State, and they are an old-school family dentistry. It felt like home in their office.

For me, the hardest part is trying to learn how to smile. My kids all have beautiful smiles, and take perfect pictures in one take. That’s a skill set I would like to have.

My face has been sore, not from the procedure, but from stretching in ways it wasn’t used to, from smiling.

Thank you Dr. Paul, and to his wife, Marcia— I deeply appreciate the work you’ve done and heart you’ve shown.

To make an appointment with Kozy Dental Care, call 419-578-2380 (3349 executive Parkway) or 419-382-8134 (2271 S. Byrne Road).  You can also LIKE their Facebook page 

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Columnist, Writer for Radio Shows across the US & Canada, Promoter, Believer, Father

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5 comments on “Learning to Smile;
  1. drew fryman says:

    I hope they can help me!!!

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  2. Carrie Humes says:

    If anyone can, it’s Dr. Kozy

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  3. My son is about to go through procedures to gain back his front teeth (lost during an evening of playing basketball outside on cement 8 years ago). Dr. Kozy and his team have made every effort to make us all feel comfortable with the upcoming procedures. I did a lot of research when I came to Ohio, specifically Toledo, knowing that tihs needed to be done for my son, I feel fully confident that Dr. Kozy is the dentist for us and I look forward to seeing my son smile like he did when he was a kid! This is a great piece about specialty care that only a few people can provide.

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  4. dramaspeak says:

    Well Jeremy, now you will have to take a new pic, for your blog and the Freepress! Just like when Mike Miller lost his weight and looked completely new, so you too should allow your gracious heart to shine through your smile…so it matches the beautiful words you pen to paper (also known as type to computer, but pen to paper still sounds better) 🙂

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  5. Robin says:

    Jeremy, I am a dentist and reading your story made me feel so overjoyed for you! I can’t tell you how rewarding it is to give a person the confidence to smile again. Most of us became dentists to help people like yourself and the opportunity to make such impact can be rare. More often than not, we are reminded about how much our society HATES going to the dentist. It’s stories like yours that keep our career so rewarding and exciting. I guarantee you that you made Dr. Kozy feel equally happy because making such an impact on someone’s life is really what it’s all about!

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