Yesterday we got a call from the dentist, telling us they had an opening for Amanda's double root canal this morning. No food or water after midnight. Sedation at 8am, procedure at 9am, hopefully home by 10am. We decided to go ahead with it. She's not yet two, and her permanent teeth won't be arriving for at least another 3 years. At the rate the cavities have been growing in her two front teeth, she'd be in severe pain in less than a couple months. They couldn't pull them because the surrounding teeth would move into the empty space where her permanent teeth would need to eventually come in.
It was a rough morning, but we survived. Amanda woke only 10 minutes before we left, so thankfully she wasn't sitting around wanting breakfast. They gave her an oral sedative in the waiting room as soon after we arrived, and within 10 minutes she started staggering and rubbing her eyes. She didn't like the dizzy feeling and would fight us as we tried to hold her, but she couldn't keep her balance. Dave and I kept passing her back and forth, trying to soothe her.
After 1/2 an hour they took Amanda in for X-rays, sitting on Dave's lap. Afterwards they took us to the procedure room and waited another 20 minutes for the sedative to take full effect, as Amanda fell asleep on Dave's shoulder and we all prayed for her. She woke up and started crying when they laid her in the chair and wrapped her in the "papoose wrap" to keep her from flailing off the table. At that point we took Eva back out to the waiting room to have a snack and watch Sesame Street.
I was allowed to keep going to the back and checking on her through the window, but it was really tough to watch. They were giving her Nitrous Oxide (laughing gas) and numbed her with novocaine, but she was still halfway conscious and screaming most of the time. The nurse found me crying in the hallway and told me she couldn't feel anything and most likely wouldn't remember anything either - that they only cried because they didn't like the disorienting feeling of the medicine, and the fact that Amanda was crying showed that she was actually doing well, but it wasn't reassuring. I had really hoped she would sleep through the whole thing, but I guess that's just too dangerous unless she were in a hospital under general anesthesia.
They were done within 1/2 an hour, and I heard the dentist reassuring Amanda and Amanda asking, "All done? Get up now?" Poor kid! They let her pick out a toy, but I'm not sure she even knew what it was. She kept clinging to me and asking for her sippy cup and snack, so we took her out to the car and got her home as soon as we could. We fed her a little chocolate pudding (soft and lukewarm) and let her fall asleep on Dave's shoulder. They told us not to let her sleep on her back until the sedative wore off.
I had to leave an hour later for my own dental appointment, but when I got back she was playing and talking normally, as if nothing had happened. She's been a little more tired and cranky than usual, but that's to be expected. I'm glad this is over and we won't ever have to deal with this again. Thanks to her gluten-free diet, all her other teeth have been coming in normally, with enamel intact.
From now on she won’t be allowed to eat anything too chewy or sticky, like caramel, taffy or Tootsie Rolls. She's got silver caps now on these two front teeth, which I didn't originally want, but they told me they last a lot longer and chip far less easily than the white, porcelain ones. I'd much rather deal with a little cosmetic imperfection than to ever have her go back through anything like this again.