Poor Rylee. She got the one baby tooth out, and later got another one out. But she still had 5 to go. And 2 of them were NOT going to come out on their own. She had two baby molars that had fused to the bone and wouldn't let the big tooth come up and wouldn't come out. It took me a while to find someone to take them out. The pediatric and regular dentists said no way, she needs an oral surgeon.
I found a place to take her and they could squeeze her in almost right away. So Friday morning off we went. It was mostly fantastic! The oral surgeon was awesome and I love him. He was super nice and was great with Rylee. They let me stay with her till she was out. I was able to hold her hand and comfort her as she got the IV and the oral surgeon did an outstanding job with that. He had it in in 5 seconds and Rylee took it like a champ. She was unconscious 10 seconds later.
Then they kicked me out. I had to go wait in the car because of Covid. I had brought my book and was good to go, but they were done in 20 minutes! He had pulled the two naughty teeth, plus the other top baby molar. Rylee was crying in the wheelchair. Poor baby.
I asked the surgeon if he thought she was still loopy enough that I could pull out her loose eyetooth, and he said, "Why didn't you have me pull it?" I told him that the office said he couldn't without a referral. He said, "Hand me some gloves!" He put on the gloves and reached in and popped it right out. Yay for a free tooth extraction!
They wheeled Rylee out to the van and I had to struggle to get her in. She was so zonked! She kept mumbling, "I love you!" and it was so pathetic and adorable.
My poor pookie on the way home. I was glad it was just a mile.
I got her home and settled on the couch and she was so sad. And unhappy to have gross bloody gaze in her mouth. She watched a few hors of Miraculous, and then felt okay. I was pretty impressed! She said her mouth didn't hurt and she ate a bit and was fine. I'm crossing my fingers that she stays fine!
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