Nothing But The Tooth

Guess what I did this past weekend?

I broke another filling.

Anyone who knows me well, knows of my irrational fear of the dentist. I sucked it up and called on Monday to see if I could get in that day. They were full until today and I was told that the dentist I saw the first time was on vacation. Fine by me. I didn't like him anyway. I had an anxiety attack in the chair. He didn't numb me good enough (which was over half the reason I was terrified in the first place) and I cried.

I actually went into this fairly calm today. I shed a few tears this morning, but I was fine through the day. I prayed all the way to the office and then when I got there I was a little afraid they weren't going to let me get any work done. They hadn't told me that they needed an okay from my OB. I called their office and they faxed the okay over right away.

The dentist came in to take a look and told me that the filling broke because there's another cavity. I had no idea a cavity could get a cavity. He told me that he could see more and that after I have Daniel I need to come back and have a cleaning and get them fixed. (Besides my fears...not having dental insurance has been the other thing that holds me back from going). He put a temporary filling in for now. I'll probably go back in January for the rest.

Anyway...I explained to him that I have some anxiety issues when it comes to going to the dentist and he promised he'd be very nice to me. I never get numbed well. Dr. Smith gave me a double shot of Novocain. It's a miracle. It worked and I had the work done pain free. I still hate the sounds, but it's not so bad when you can't feel pain ripping through your mouth. In fact, he numbed me so well that it's been almost 4 hours since my appointment and I'm thinking it's finally almost totally worn off (although now my jaw hurts! Haha!). Maybe I can finally eat some supper though.

I did have to take some deep breaths to try and stay calm a few times when I'd get jittery, but no tears. Daniel helped me. He kicked the whole time the dentist was working on me, as if to tell me, "It's okay, mom!" That's what I choose to believe anyway. He was probably like, "What the heck is going on out there!?" (Because babies totally have thoughts like that...)

Anyway...I survived Round 1 and now I'm feeling far less scared to go back knowing that I found a better dentist.