I took him to the doctor - nothing. At the same time we noticed his tooth (which grew in missing a chunk) was starting to look discolored. So we made a dentist appointment. They asked if it was an emergency and since I wasn't sure, I said no (I am kicking myself now for not getting him in sooner)
A week and a half later he went for his first dentist appointment. He loved the office - so many cool toys. The dentist checked his tooth - yes, it was decaying. When the tooth came in funny, it was weakened, making it susceptible to decay. And the nerve was exposed. No wonder he was so miserable.
We had two options. She could try to put a crown on it, but that would require putting him under and then there is always the chance of having to continue dealing with it. Or she could pull it. He wouldn't have to go under and we would be done dealing with the miserable tooth. So we decided to pull it.
It was the saddest thing. They strapped him to the table in a little straight jacket, gave him a shot at the site and quickly pulled the tooth. He was so sad and upset. He even threw up on me and himself afterwards.
Once I saw the tooth, I felt super guilty that he went with that in his mouth. But the red part was in the back, so I couldn't see just how bad it was.
He already seems to be feeling much better. He only woke up once last night and has been in a better mood this morning.
The mouth is starting to heal already (that's why it looks like there is white where the tooth was). Hopefully this is the return of our sweet little Luke!
