Back in October, we learned what this word means. Dante looked it up; it means "beyond the normal number." In layman's terms, "extra."
Well, Dante was born with a supernumerary tooth. He had an extra, rather strange looking, baby tooth, which fell out, and in October was followed by its corresponding permanent tooth: right through the roof of his mouth (ouch).
After a visit to the dentist (to confirm "yup - it's the supernumerary tooth") we went to the orthodontist. He did a nice panoramic x-ray and recommended which tooth to remove. Nothing deformed at all about these two permanent teeth - good strong roots (granted they were rather crowded), nice size (actually BOTH bigger than the mirror one on the other side of the mouth!), so the decision was made to remove the one in the palate (to minimize need for repositioning teeth etc).
And so we made an appointment with our "friend" the oral surgeon (who we know from visits with Patience and Constance over the years - a great guy, and how many people can say they see they have this kind of opportunity to get to know their oral surgeon?!). Our consultation was last week and finally the big day came....
Monday morning at 8:30, Dante's "supernumerary" tooth was removed. He was smiling from ear to ear right up until the moment he fell asleep (we opted for general anesthesia to reduce surgical complications). Everything went great, and he was back to school Tuesday, back to recess and PE type activities by Thursday, and we're almost back to most foods today. He's happy and healing up fine.
It was a good stretching experience for him and he was able to work through some fears ahead of time (the Lord was very good in that arena - Dante's learning to verbalize his feelings and we were able to pray together about it with him). I hated watching him fall asleep (my reaction surprised me and I got to practice what I preached by praying too!). I waited all of ten minutes in the waiting room while they extracted the tooth, and really didn't like the effects of the anesthesia on him. He was pretty awful afterwards in my opinion. Toothwise everything was ok, but he was really out of it from being put under and I didn't see a smile for hours. Quite a shock that was to me. He felt really awful too for a good hour plus, and very confused, weepy, nauseous.... Something tells me he doesn't remember it all the way I do but at least it was the anesthesia not the tooth pulling. Anyway, I learned a lot and am thankful it all went well and is over. Off to the next thing....!