Originally Published: March 29th, 2011
Apologies to Owl City
Once I was done dazzling and amazing the dentist with my lack of dental care supreme survival skills, I scheduled appointments for the whole family to go get cleaned.
We shut the place down for the afternoon last Friday. They did all three big kids at once. Upon arrival, Arwen began to question exactly how good this dentist was. I was puzzled until she pointed out how empty the waiting room was.
Then it dawned on me that we were the only scheduled patients. Because there were so doggone many of us.
Then it dawned on me that I am a mother of four, three of which were visiting the dentist for the first time.
Then it dawned on me that I’ll be 30 next month and this is a very grown up thing to do- taking three kids to see the dentist.
Brent and Evie met us there shortly after we arrived and the three of us (Brent, Evie, and I) wondered the hallway checking in on everyone. Ezra was a tad bit reserved as usual, but eventually he opened up and got a good cleaning. Arwen was very worried that the only choices in “cleaner” flavor were “chocolate chip cookie dough” or “bubble gum.” Evidently she didn’t think either one sounded very healthy and was sure her mother would not approve. I told her to take her liberty and she was very cautious about choosing cookie dough.
I refused the fluoride treatments for all three. No one questioned me. And none of them had any cavities! Everyone got new toothbrushes, which is a relief because Evie keeps sticking them all in the toilet. We go through a lot of tooth brushes.
Today, I had to return again, to have a couple small cavities of my own filled and also have my mercury filling on one side replaced. I felt like I should ask for a key to the place since I practically live there now.
Only problem was that my stinkin’ mouth got stuck open last week when I yawned. Yeah you heard me. My mouth got stuck open. Normally, I would laugh off such a comical sounding event. But this hurt. As in, if I could have gotten a big saw and cut my head off, I would have. Now, this has happened to me before, years ago. I would be up in the night nursing baby Arwen, yawn, and then POP! Uh oh. I’d wake Brent up and he’d take the baby while I applied heat and then slammed my mouth shut. It usually only took a few minutes to resolve. But this time was not so pleasant or easy to laugh off. 30 minutes into it, I was really in excrutiating pain and starting to feel certain that something was broken. I had to type a text into my phone to communicate to Arwen what all my screaming and punching myself in the face was about.
Finally I got it shut and I haven’t been able to yawn since then. So, I saw my friendly chiropractor before my dental appointment this morning. She wins the prize of being the second person to make me cry today. She got all up in my mouth and I said, “OwOwOw!” a lot, and then I cried a little. Which was sort of embarrassing since the waiting area was filled with acquaintances and customers of Cheeky Maiden. However, she did fix my jaw, because she rocks at fixing stuff.
I made it to the dentist and explained my recent jaw problems, and this made them equally antsy about the upcoming procedure to take place in the very back of my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and they numbed me all up.
With a needle.
You may not know this, but me and needles? We don’t get along so well. I learned to enjoy piercings at one point in my life. That’s all we will say about that. But, needles in medical settings? It doesn’t jive.
He warned me that there was a lot of injecting about to take place and apologized and said he’d be as quick as possible. And then asked me to open as wide as I could.
My mind desperately searched for a happy place, but all I could think of was Evie’s birth. And I figured that if it wasn’t as bad as birthing a sumo wrestler unmedicated and then being catheterized shortly afterwards, I could probably take the pain.
Turns out I was right. The assistant proclaimed, “Wow! You didn’t even flinch!” And the dentist congratulated me on being so tough.
I told him he had nothin’ on my chiropractor, and kindly left out any mention of my birthing sumo wrestlers in my living room and stories of being sutured and catheterized. Since he was a dude and all.
I only have to go back one more time for the mercury filling on the other side to be replaced and then I’m all done I get to make my appointment for six months from now. (As a side note, please comment and let me know…do all ya’ll go every six months? Seriously?? Your kids too??)
And finally, I leave you with this song, from which I stole the line. Owl City is our family favorite…especially this song lately.