I recently found a pediatric dentist locally. I had been unable to locate one and having done a bit of snooping around thought that I, without a referral to a local specialist, which I have been unable to obtain, would have to fly to the other island in a day trip to pay a private visit to a laser dentist (the only one in the country). So I’d more or less resigned myself to not knowing what our issue was until I was having another baby. With my experiences previously I’ve become more than a little gun-shy in terms of talking to professionals.
After my midwives failure to refer me, being turned away by my doctor four separate times, no resolution from the lactation consultants I was able to see it seemed easier to just let it go for a bit. Sure, every so often I got up the nerve to ask for help again, but much less lately. Having to steel myself for whatever news may follow only to be turned away just for asking left me afraid to even ask. I haven’t really thought much about it in close to six months. Not since I asked my health nurse about pediatric dentists to deal with a potential lip tie tooth gap (which did not manifest thankfully) and she wouldn’t give me any names because it wasn’t a ‘serious issue’ . At this point, without laser dentistry any tongue or lip tie clip is a general anaesthesia operation anyhow, and as our breastfeeding relationship has essentially approached normal, we don’t technically need the operation any more. I had thought of flying up north and getting it done via laser when she was older, but it’s no longer critical. But now faced with a name and a phone number, seriously it’s stuck up near my computer where I can squint thoughtfully at it, I’m feeling apprehensive and worried.
I haven’t even decided to call yet. I mean, she (the dentist is a she) may not have expertise in that area, may not want to do a consultation just to check (which I’ve decided is what I want right now), or may do the consultation and decide there’s nothing there. So then do I trust the opinion, do I still doubt, do I accept that it was me after all? My head is swimming with what-ifs that won’t go away unless I rebury my head in the sand or go for it and make that call.