Sunny had been complaining for a few days that her tooth hurt. It was a molar with a crown that they had told us, the last time we experienced the chaotic free-for-all that is a trip to the dentist, was dying and would probably fall out. Well, it died last week sometime and decided NOT to fall out, but instead to sink down into the gum and smell like vomit. Why wouldn’t it just do the respectable thing and fall out by its self and make everyone’s life here easier? Because, internet, that tooth hates me. It hated me before it was extracted, and it hates me still as it sits in a little plastic treasure box and reeks of death.
I know that I’ve mentioned before that Sunny is a little bit nervous and tends to worry about things. And when I say a little bit, really I mean a whole hell of a lot and I’m just trying to be nice. Lots of things scare her into hyperventilation, and the dentist is probably the worst one of them all. It started as soon as she got up, with a never ending barrage of questions.
“What time is it?”
“What time do we have to go?”
“What are they going to do to me?”
“What time is it now?”
And on and on with the questions, the never ending, fear fueled questions, that were hurled at me with the speed of light, until it was time to go. Then we were finally in the car on the way and she couldn’t even speak because she was about to cry. We got to the dentists office, a place so warm and happy, smelling of apple cider and cookies, that it really does ooze love and sweetness people. Really. Dr. Al and his crew were there, just like always, smiling and welcoming and winning the fucking contest for the Nicest People I Have Ever Met, hands down. Sunny couldn’t even look at them or answer their warm up questions, like what she is going to be for Halloween, because she was so scared. And so I sat with her in the exam room, to give her support so she would know she wasn’t all alone in this harsh world of x-rays and drills, right up to the point were they pulled out the shot, and then I ran. Just to go check on the boys in the waiting room, of course. Then for the first time that I can remember, I was actually grateful that my boys have no concept of volume or indoor voices, because I could only barely hear Sunny screaming over their shouting about which blocks to put where on the bridge they were building.
So the damn tooth came out, and Sunny is fine, just a little sore on that side of her mouth. Now she is excited to see how much money the Tooth Fairy gives for a silver tooth. I told her it was probably at least $2, one dollar for the silver and one EXTRA dollar for the putrid smell.
