Dentist Appointment

So, because I am pregnant I am supposed to get a dental checkup and cleaning otherwise there are problems that could occur with the baby, namely: low birthweight (although with it coming out of a tiny space anyway, I don't see how that's THAT big of a problem. I kid! I kid!!), preterm labor, heart problems... and the list goes on. Just if I don't have my teeth checked! Teeth hold quite the importance in our lives. So after putting it off for about three months, Jon finally made me set up an appointment. I knew that I was going to have at least one cavity because I could feel it, but I hadn't been to the dentist for YEARS! I think the last time was right before my senior year, and I've been graduated for 4 years now. I can't even remember when it was because it was so long ago! Anyway, so I finally set up this appointment with Dr. Jeremy Godderidge, and this would be my very first appointment with him as my childhood dentist doesn't practice anymore. So my mum came and picked me up because Jon was at school, and we go to his office. I was having slight panic attacks on our way in, but we went in and I sat down and filled out the paperwork and then waited. Well, I was called back and they had me sit down and we did the x-rays so they could see my teeth. The dental assistant cleaned my teeth and then Dr. Godderidge came in, immediately I liked him! He was so nice, and personable and he joked around me, not in an annoying way, but in a good way. And I really felt comfortable with him, sometimes there are those dentists/doctors that you just don't want to touch you, but he was really awesome. So he looked at my teeth and then he tells me that he's gonna tell the assistant some numbers, and I know what that means! So he starts naming off numbers and I know that those are teeth that I have cavities in. After every number I would whimper a little bit and he would laugh and tell me to stop cause I was making him feel bad, and I told him that maybe if he felt bad he would stop telling her numbers. But he continued. And I had a total of 6 cavities. Not exactly what I was wanting to hear.... most of them were little, except one where my old filling had cracked and let in the cavity. He went through all of it with me and explained what needed to be done and then he said that I could come back three times and have them done one at a time and I just gave him "the look" of derision, and he laughed and said, "I know, why come back several times when you just have to come once." and I smiled and told him that that was more like it; because, let's face it, I was not going to go three different times when I didn't even want to be there in the first place. So we planned for me to have one visit and he would fill all of them.
So today.... was the day..... I went to the dentist to get my teeth filled, and he was really nice, he gave me lots of topical numbingness stuff so I didn't even feel the Novocaine shots, well except one that kind of hurt but it wasn't his fault. And so, then I was there for the next hour and half, he worked fast, and got everything done really quickly, but efficiently. I really liked him as my dentist. I never want to go to the dentist again, just cause I hate it, but if I have to I am definitely going back to him. So if you are in need of a dentist go to Dr. Jeremy Godderidge in Syracuse Utah, he's totally awesome, nice, and a really good dentist! He makes the most unpleasant experience bearable. After the dentist, I looked and felt like a chipmunk, and when I smiled I looked like I was having a stroke because only one side of my face would move... I got home and Jon laughed at me when I tried to pucker to kiss him cause only one half of my upper lip reacted.

Anyway, that was my experience at the dentist... one I hope to never have again, because I hate the dentist (occupation-not person).

How I looked...

How I felt...