A bouncing baby......
tooth.
On Sept. 12 I had a filling put into a cavity in one of my wisdom teeth. Yes, I'm 43 years old and until a few days ago I had all 4 of 'em! I'm not one for much medical intervention. I had both of my babies with a midwife and very few drugs (easier at 27 than it was at 37) and made it just fine.
Initially the tooth was sensitive to eating cold stuff. This sensitivity increased over the course of the past several weeks until last Friday when it changed from being a 600 mg a day pain to a 600 mg every 3 hours pain. Visited my dentist who said the cavity had been so close to the nerve that the filling probably irritated the nerve to the point of causing it to die. Gave the choice of a root canel or having it pulled.
Over the weekend it became even worse and on Monday called to have it scheduled to be pulled early Tuesday a.m. I was scared to death. Ray, my rock, went along and I'm pleased to report that the whole thing went fine. I chose to have IV sedation w/an oral surgeon and they were some of the best drugs ever! I spent the rest of the day sleeping and very, very mellow. I was so proud of myself for daring to do the sedation, get it pulled to begin with, etc. that I saved the tooth. Weirdly, I'm pretty proud of it and have offered to show it to whoever wants to see it (so far have only ad a couple of takers on that one). Really, the pain was honestly comparable to labor and it lasted longer. That's why I feel like I gave birth to a bouncing baby tooth.
