Before I get too far into this post, there's a whole team of dentists to thank for my life-changing new smile. I would wholeheartedly recommend any of them.
- Dr. Rachelle Shaw with ABQ Pediatric Dentistry (best Albuquerque pediatric dentist)
- Dr. Carlos Torrebiarte with Cottonwood Orthodontics (best Albuquerque orthodontist - I drove across town to see him and it was 100% worth the drive)
- Dr. Johanna Romo (best Albuquerque prosthodontist/cosmetic dentist)
- Dr. Kevin Harrison with Bear Canyon Periodontics (best Albuquerque periodontist)
- Dr. Mark McConnell (best Albuquerque oral surgeon)
Thank you! Thank you!
I've had a terrible smile ever since 3rd grade, when I fell face-first onto the road and fractured my front teeth. My dentist at the time did the best he could to make them look nice, but dental technology in the early 90s just wasn't what it is today. Fearing the cost, pain, and inconvenience of braces, (not to mention, I was more than awkward and dorky enough without a mouthful of metal!) I went through life with goofy teeth, embarrassed by my high school photos, then college photos, and even my wedding photos. As far as I was concerned, I looked like a hillbilly.
Sexy Nerd and I on our honeymoon, showing my awful, awful teeth.
Working in a dental office, I was finally persuaded to improve my teeth after seeing firsthand the difference cosmetic dental work can make. It seemed like I could have my fractured front teeth jazzed up with a little composite filling material. Quick, painless, and easy, right?
At my initial consultation, the dentist shared in my excitement that my front teeth were going to look amazing when she was done with them. A little composite was just what they needed. But before she would even consider doing that, it was time for braces.
November, 2011 - Blech!
When I was in 6th grade, my mom took me for an orthodontic evaluation in San Jose. I've probably embellished this in my mind over the years, re-imagining what was actually said, but I remember the orthodontist insisting that I would need jaw surgery. Specifically, he described the procedure as one where an incision would be made on the roof of my mouth, front to back, the skin would be peeled back, and my jaw would be broken before being stitched back together. I must have misheard, right? My mom and the orthodontist seemed genuinely surprised when I burst into tears.
Truth be told, having braces wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. They're a nuisance, but nothing about the process of having them applied, adjusted, or removed ever hurt very much. Sometimes, I even received compliments on my brace face, especially after discovering the complexion-brightening effect of turquoise bands.
Hooray for brightly colored orthodontic bands!
Of course, there were some embarrassing aspects of having braces. Sexy Nerd and I went out for lunch one day at a Thai restaurant and I ordered a noodle dish. We were having a great time, enjoying our food, when I began choking. A long noodle had somehow hooked itself onto my braces and stayed there, even after I'd swallowed it!
Even worse, (well, okay, maybe not worse than a near death experience, but close) my orthodontist went crazy with the wires (he had to...I hope) and the rubber bands, leaving me with teeth that were impossible to floss, ridiculous to clean, and looked like they were constantly encased in slime.
It's a mandatory rubber band - NOT DROOL!
A little after two years later, my teeth looked like this:
Now, it was finally time for the original dentist to slap that composite on my front two teeth and call it a day. Right??
(I think you can guess where I'm heading with this.)
Wrong! Next, it was time for a delightful procedure called "crown lengthening", in which the gum and bone are removed to expose more of the tooth. Dentists are sick people, aren't they? Actually, despite the scary-sounding description, crown lengthening is no big deal. I had it done from teeth 6-11 (upper canine to upper canine) and it was painless. The most difficult part was when the dentist and his assistant called out for someone to change to music that was playing. Each replacement song was worse than the last, to the point of ridiculousness "like a rhinestone cowboy", and I was having trouble stopping myself from laughing. When someone is cutting into your gum and your bone, common sense says you do not want to laugh or move in any way whatsoever.
12 day post-operative crown lengthening photo - you can still see where the stitches were. Why did I put up with those wimpy Chiclet teeth all those years?
And when my gums were fully healed, the results really looked great:
My smile was so improved after the braces and crown lengthening surgery that I almost skipped the additional cosmetic work on my front teeth altogether. But after all that trouble, I figured I may as well go all out. I brought the dentist a photo of what I would like my teeth to look like, in an optimistic but surely unrealistic request.
Giada De Laurentiis
(She has had a lot more work than the cheap composite buildups I was getting.)
The dentist acknowledged that it would be a challenge, but said she would try her best. While working on me, I could tell that she and her assistant were becoming more and more excited about the results they were seeing.
MY FABULOUS NEW TEETH!
It took two visits and six hours and I would gladly have come in a hundred times if that's what was needed. I love my new smile! For the first time in my life, I finally look like a grown up.
This is my "Can you believe these are really my teeth?!" face.
I still can't believe it. I've been smiling at everyone, probably looking insane, and I'm not going to be able to stop anytime soon. Would it be completely unreasonable for me to retake my college graduation photos? Maybe I can convince Sexy Nerd to shoot a wedding "update", gown and all, if it means going back to Hawaii...