My sweet K had to have some dental surgery--a root canal and then insertion of six stainless steel crowns. Because of the amount of work that needed to be done, we chose to put her under general anesthesia. This momma was a mess! My rational mind knew that she couldn't sit still for that length of a procedure and that she was already a little scared about going to the dentist, but there is no telling the heart to be rational as you watch them put your child under. G had to have a similar dental procedure when she was five and you would think I would be a veteran at this, but no, it was like doing it for the first time. No matter how much you try to convince your child that it's not going to be a big deal, it's a big deal!
Thankfully, the procedure went smoothly, was over pretty quick, and K bounced back pretty quickly from the anesthesia. Other than her teeth being sore for a couple of days, she hasn't really mentioned it at all. Now, little Miss M on the other hand, is fascinated by K's crowns. She asks frequently if she can see K's "tiaras". That's a hoot! I'm sure the dentist could the sell the idea of getting crowns much easier to little girls if he would just call them tiaras!
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