The Trophy!

Well, we made it through the ordeal and the tooth speaks for himself. The visit to the same-day surgery clinic was no fun, but oh well. We went in early and they got him all prepped. Rylan started to get nervous and didn't even want to put the little gown thing on. After some coaxing and a little slip of the happy medicine he was doing everything we wanted and I couldn't stop giggling at him. Soon he couldn't say his name and could only get two of his three year old fingers to rise and say how old he was. Then he was on his way with the anesthesiologist and the dentist. After a long wait, he came screaming out of recovery (just ask Brandon's mom if you don't believe me when I say SCREAMING). He showed his mean, out-of-it side and proved to be stronger than all of the women in the entire recovery room. We finally got some juice in him and so after the scratching and hitting subsided they let us leave. As you can see below he left with a trophy prize and hasn't looked back. After a couple of good hours of rest, the only thing he complained about was hunger. He is now sporting a silver cap, a spacer, and some white fillings. Needless to say, there will be A LOT more brushing going on at our house.

I think this picture looks like the tooth needs a name and a pair of walking shoes on. I couldn't believe how big it was and the roots on that sucker! This was the reason for the swollen cheek and the infection was such that we just had to part with it. I never knew I would be getting in touch with the tooth fairy so soon. This one is definitely worth some $$$.