Same with me, Bobbi. I had very bad baby teeth. I don't know if it was from having thrush as a toddler or from tetracycline but all of my baby teeth came in bad. I can still remember being about 6 or 7 and the doctor working on my teeth without anesthetic using those old pulley powered drills that felt like jack hammers on your teeth. Naturally I was climbing out of the chair and the dentist was yelling at me to hold still so he could get done. Never asked me if it hurt and I was just a little kid. I hated dentists until fate found me with very bad teeth and having to have a dentist. The man was as big as a bear with a jolly disposition, and as gentle as a lamb. I enjoyed going to see him and he never hurt me. He died in his mid 40s from throat cancer but he cured me of my fear of dentists.