Cavity #1 filled: check!

I was one proud mama today! I took my four-year old son to the dentist to get his first of six cavities filled today. If you don't know me then you should know that one of my completely legit yet totally irrational fears is none other than the dreaded dentist. There's almost nothing I hate more than going to the dentist and sitting in their torture chamber awaiting the inevitable pain an suffering they will surely cause me. I have a history of randomly odd issues with my teeth. From shattered baby teeth and sideways impacted wisdom teeth to cracked roots and abnormal nerve patterns, I have had enough issues that I developed a massive fear of the dreaded tooth doctor. Granted, things have changed. Drills no longer sound like medieval torture devices and dental hygienists no longer learn their bedside manner from Roach Motel Clerk Manners 101. So today when I took my sweet little boy to get his teeth worked on I had to hide my own personal stigmas deep within my psyche so as not to freak him out. They took him back on his own and came to get me later so that I could be on hand (well hidden so Alex couldn't see the sweat dripping down my forehead). I needed to be there to administer asthma medication should he get over excited and need it. I sat behind the wall and listened to them work away for a whopping 15-20 minutes on him and never once heard the deafening sound of the drill grinding away at his young teeth. So when they said, "Okay buddy! You're all done!" I almost hit the floor from shock. He did fabulous! Not a peep or a tear or even a whimper. They said he is a wonderful patient. He definitely doesn't get that from his mama. I actually busted a dentist's chair once from my nervous kung-fu death grip on the arm rest. Oops. My bad. But hey...occupational hazard, right? I'm sure their insurance covered it. Alex came out smiling with his sticker and 'brave kid' card. I was positively beaming. Of course, my heart was still on adrenaline overdrive and I spent the better part of the drive home feeling my heart skip beats from the overload of blood pulsing through my body. I know he wasn't one bit nervous, but I thought I might have to swallow my heart back down during the whole thing. I would have rather sat in the waiting room, but they requested me to be near. Nevertheless, he goes back next month for his second round of what they told Alex, "cleaning out the cavity bugs'. I am so proud of that little guy. He's just growing up so fast.