Poor Me, Part 2

I know it's been a week since I last wrote about my teeth. I'm only 17 months old and thought the visit to the dentist last week was the worst of my trauma. I was wrong. Last week, the dentist just looked at my teeth and took an x-ray. This morning, he patched my teeth. He told my mommy that he was worried that my tooth would splinter more if/when I fall again. So this "dental bandaid" will hopefully be the part that gets damaged if I do fall again.

May I just say that I didn't like it one bit. My mommy was holding my body and my hands while my head was in the dentist's lap. I screamed bloody murder the whole time. After working on me a few minutes, the dentist told me that he was worried about my inability to express myself. They thought it was a funny comment. I just screamed louder. Then we got to take a break while the assistant went to look for something to sand the patch. And the fun started again. I got to take one more break while the dentist went to get one of those tools with a hook on the end that they use when they clean your teeth. He came back and used it on my teeth to try to smooth over the rough patches. Then he finally said, "Ok, Jonathan, we're all done." I'd been screaming the entire time but when I heard that, through my sobs you could hear me say, "All done. All done. All done." And I slowly stopped crying.

I'm glad it's over and I already got to test it out on my lunch. I ate just fine. Now I'm going to take a nap because that wore me out. It was only about 20 minutes, but felt like an hour and a half. And my whole head was sweaty from my screaming. Now I just have to go back in a couple months so they can watch it and see how my teeth do. Hopefully the worst is over.