Weddingbee Blog

I started to be a big slacker before the wedding when it came to posting, so I’m going to have to back up a bit and start my recaps a bit before the wedding fun actually began!

The truth is, about a week before the wedding I was beginning to become unraveled. I had done so much and planned so carefully, I really thought I was going to get through it all with very little stress. But the Friday before our wedding week (also known as the day I embarrassed myself in public as a crazy bride) it became pretty apparent that ‘stress free’ wasn’t going to happen. Mama Cloud was going to be in town in a few days to help out on last minute stuff, and that Friday was to be my last day of work until after the honeymoon. My very sweet dental hygienist had also offered me a complimentary teeth cleaning which I scheduled for that morning. Nothing says yuck like yellow teeth in a white dress, and that was not the look I was going for!

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Also, I had a filling few months prior had that been bothering me, but with all the last minute tasks I hadn’t bothered to do anything about it until that appointment. Chewing on the right side of my mouth was clearly no longer important when I had programs to assemble!

I casually mentioned the little bit of pain, and the dentist was brought in right away. There was whispering, and looking, and checking of charts and then the news. I needed a root canal immediately. As in that very day! A mere eight days before I was to put on my gorgeous dress, say I do, and take tons of pictures! All I could imagine was a big swollen face on top of my dress. I started to cry, hard. Embarrassing moment numero uno.

I hate to cry in front of people I don’t know, especially a hygienist, dentist, and office coordinator who were now all staring at me like I had eight heads and trying to figure out what to do with the hysterical girl. While they were getting me an emergency appointment at an oral surgeon, giving me directions and verifying coverage by my insurance I was crying. As I called my boss to ask for the rest of the day off I continued to cry. Luckily he already knows I can be a little crazy, but that was still pretty embarrassing.

What the hell was my problem? I don’t know, I was just overwhelmed. I was supposed to be finishing OOT boxes! I did not have time for a root canal! And I was exhausted from trying to complete every last item on my to do list, to obsessing over details, to trying to make sure all of our guests were set with travel plans and hotel arrangements. I had completely exhausted myself, and I still had a week to go. Luckily the procedure wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I didn’t swell or bleed like I had imagined (does that even happen? probably not), and Mr. Cloud had the day off and could take me to my appointment. But don’t think the crying stopped because I had moral support. You guessed it, I cried at the oral surgeon’s office too. The Mr. checked me in as I cried to Daddy Cloud on the phone, and the woman behind the front desk gave me a hug when I was leaving because I started crying again then too. Although at that point I felt like I had an excuse, my whole face hurt!

Sure, the whole breakdown was ridiculous and embarrassing, but oh-so-needed. Not only did it make me, and everyone around me realize how much pressure I had put on myself, but I was actually all cried out. I felt strangely refreshed and ready to tackle my last few projects. I even attempted to work on table numbers that night, but after the pain meds wore off the next morning I realized I can not cut a straight line while drugged up so they were a big fail. But fail or not I knew it would get done, and if it didn’t, that would be OK, too.

I made a comment about placecards and food choices and Mr Cloud joked that at least I would be able to chew normally at the wedding, and I actually laughed. I decided then and there I was going to enjoy my soon to be hubby, and all the friends and family coming to share the day with us. Hey, if I could deal with drilling into my mouth with a week to go, I figured I could deal with anything! Don’t get me wrong, I still had my scary moments, I got stressed from time to time, and believe me, this was not at all even remotely the most embarrassing moment I experienced leading up to the wedding (don’t worry, I promise I will get to that too), but I can honestly say I didn’t go bridezilla on anyone. And had it not been for my public breakdowns forcing me to get it together, I think I may have been going down that path.

The only regret I have was scaring the kid in the waiting room at my regular dentist who looked like he might have peed his pants when he saw how hard I had been crying. I never aim to traumatize the kiddos.

Did anyone else have a major breakdown that helped set them back on track?