Jalyn fell three years ago, face first onto the concrete floors at Home Depot, and broke off half of one of her front teeth. One partial and one root canal later, we were hopeful that this tooth would survive until it fell out naturally on its own. Until she developed a sore on the gumline above her injured tooth about a week ago. We kept an eye on it, but this weekend it seemed to worsen. My sister-in-law is a dental hygienist, and on her urging, we frantically made an appointment to the dentist this morning.
It turns out that the sore was an infection that did relate to the previously injured tooth. Apparently, the root canal and nerve work they did three years ago is only effective for so long, and some infection had started to grow again around the nerves.
Sis was an amazing trooper—she didn’t cry one time! In fact, she just got really, really giggly- it’s definitely called “laughing gas” for a reason!
Even when the dentist started digging around, she was perfectly still.
Next came the numbing agent….followed by a big needle and lasering off of the infected spot. (The dentist instructed me to turn away at this point, so no photos to document that process. Probably for the best:)) After surviving the procedure, Sis was ready to go get her milkshake and rest. She was dizzy and her stomach hurt from the nitrous oxide. Suddenly, she wasn’t giggling and things didn’t seem so funny. Her exact words: “Mom, I don’t like going to the dentist anymore.” 😦
So this is how we spent the rest of the afternoon.
And apparently, my head is a pillow. Who knew?? Whatever it takes to make my baby feel better.