I wanna be sedated

In what was, quite possibly, the hardest thing we've had to do as parents, we took Abby to the dentist this week to be sedated in order to have her broken front tooth fixed. The drugs took about 3 minutes to kick in, during which time we watched our daughter go from screaming bloody murder at the doctor who gave her the shot to an essentially comatose state in which her eyes glazed over and stared straight ahead and her face was absolutely expressionless. I cried like a baby, and Justin somehow managed to hold it together for the sake of his girls. Neither of us was able to concentrate on much during the hour and a half she was asleep for the procedure, which included filing and capping of her chipped front tooth, a frenectomy, and her first dental cleaning. I hope we never have to do anything like this again, but something tells me our overactive, frighteningly fearless daughter is going to keep us (and our medical insurance) on our toes for the next few years.

Abby was a trooper, and bounced back surprisingly quickly. If she'll ever let me get near her mouth, I'll share pictures of her repaired toothy grin. For now, you can enjoy this video of her waking up after the procedure.