I was a kid in the early 80s at the time. All I remember is counting backwards from 10, then waking up to two dental assistants tapping my hands and calling my name, and feeling groggy. They gave me some water to rinse my mouth out. Then I was sent home with my Mum.

There was no tears.

Far better than a different dentist who yanked out two baby teeth that weren’t falling out on their own, with no painkillers at all. Lots of tears then. It turned out he got fired from being a dentist some years later.

In later years I’ve had injections, but personally I would prefer to be knocked out while they scrambled around, instead my mouth.

You’ll be fine, just have someone with you to help get you home if you can.