My 10 year old daughter had to have two teeth extracted a couple of days ago. She can be somewhat fearful of pain, so I told her that if at all possible I would ask them to use “laughing gas”. She had a prior dental experience when she was about 7 where gas was used and it was easy breazey. However, I did not promise her anything and with her being older now, I explained that she may just have to endure a little bit of pain and discomfort. After talking with the dentist, and after watching her brother get a cavity filled with just a little drama, we decided to just use Novocaine. When the dentist came in, my daughter lost it. I could barely endure watching. She was so scared and I was scared for her. Yet I knew that she had to endure this minimal amount of pain in order to prevent further tooth decay and protect her other teeth. To say I felt like a failure as a mother is an understatement. She cried through the numbing process but I assured her that afterwards, she wouldn’t feel anything. At least that was a promise I could keep. She did fine for the rest of the procedure and promised she didn’t hate me for letting her go through the pain.
“Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5)