On the other side

We did it. And it wasn't as bad as I thought.
And there was no screaming. And no crying. And no embarrassing public meltdowns.

And Ayla did really good too.



For the procedure, she was put under a 'concious sedation', which means that she was conscious, but completely out of it. Her speech was slurred and unintelligible, she could not sit or stand by herself, and her eyes were doing weird things. This was actually the hardest part, because it was just so clearly not my Ayla. But I am also very thankful for the effects of these drugs, because Ayla has no recollection and is blissfully unaware of what happened. I took a little video of her while she was like this.

The actual extraction itself took about two and a half seconds, so that part was actually ok. (No, I didn't watch. I looked away when the dentist produced an instrument that looked shockingly similar to a pair of pliers that Greg has in the garage).


The aftermath.

Ayla quite happily put this tooth under her pillow last night and was absolutely delighted this morning with the prizes that tooth fairy left in return.

She is still a bit reluctant to show her new smile for the camera (it's totally adorable, btw) but this is the bravest face that I know right about now. So brave.