Ba-chomp, ba-chewy-chewy-chomp.

Well, today was the day Frances got her tooth surgery. She did really well, considering she wasn't able to eat after midnight last night and wasn't allowed to drink anything past 6:30 this morning, and her appointment wasn't until 10:45.

When it was finally our turn, I walked with her into the surgery room. She took one look at the table and loudly refused to budge. So they let me sit in a chair with Frances in my lap while the doctor held the gas mask to her nose from behind. She fell asleep with no problems at all and the nurse gently lifted her onto the table. It wasn't until I tried to stand up that I realized I had inhaled quiet a bit of gas myself!

Later I was a little embarassed by how I stepped happily back into the busy waiting room to tell Darren with a big grin that everything was going well and that I was high as a kite. It wore off in a few minutes and the anxiety rushed in to fill its place.

I knew she was going to have a tube down her nose and throat, and an IV in her hand, and I was worried about how she'd feel when she woke up. She was in there for a lot longer than they said. She ended up needing three crowns in all, instead of the initial two we had planned (and saved) for, which I was sort of expecting since the other front tooth had grown out more since our original visit to the dentist and I could see decay on it now. The xrays showed that the rest of the teeth look good, and they cleaned them as well.

When she woke up she was completely hysterical. She cried and screamed the whole way home, and for about 1/2 hour here too. I turned on cartoons and snuggled in bed with her and she finally calmed down. She's eaten now and is back to her silly, happy self. I took a little nap and when I woke up she had gotten into the homeopathy cupboard in the bathroom and was helping herself to the arnica! Clever girl - I totally forgot that we had it and it was exactly what she needed! She hasn't had any pain-killers and she seems perfectly fine.

You can probably tell that the two front teeth are new, as well as second one on her right (pardon the crackers in her teeth) which is sadly quite a lot larger than the second tooth on the other side. Oh well, at least they didn't have to pull them out! I'm glad they were able to leave a little space between the them since she has always had gaps.

Do you think the Tooth Fairy will give us a refund when they fall out?