The Tooth

Last week I noticed that Hank's tooth had gotten a shade darker. After further inspection I found a "bump" on him gum. The dentist had been warning me all along to look for something like this, and bring him in asap if I ever saw one. So, we got him in with the pediatric dentist here. Her treatment plan was to strap him in the papoose, which is a flat board with velcro(sp?) straps, give him the shots in the gum and take the tooth. I was really worried about this. They weren't going to use any nitrous and he would be fully awake and aware of the whole thing. I stressed and stressed about what to do. I finally asked Mike's baseball coach (an orthodontist) what he thought. He said this particular dentist was great, but he thought it was odd that she wouldn't use the gas. So he called her himself. She still gave no real answer as to why she wouldn't use the gas. As it turns out, Mike's other Tball coach is also a dentist, fully experienced in treating kids, and had no problem using the gas. I can't tell you what a difference that made. Hank watched tv the whole time, used the gas as he was instructed, didn't even flintch when he was given the 3 shots and didn't care at all when they took the tooth. I was so happy we went another route. And how lucky are we to have ended up on a tball team stacked with dentists?!
5 stars for this experience!