Lillie had a tooth pulled today. The tooth was ankylosed, so she had to go to an oral surgeon and be put under. I was nervous about it. They had a hard time finding her vein, but got her on the third try. She was completely calm about the whole thing even though she had about six wires attached to her, a blood pressure cuff, a thing over her nose, and some thing on her finger monitoring the oxygen in her nail bed.

When it was all over and I picked her up in recovery, she was awake but out of it. She kept asking if they were done yet, insisting she had never gone to sleep, then wanting to know if they had taken the needle out yet. She groggily picked out some toys and then we drove home. The whole time she kept asking if she had really gone to sleep, wanted to know if they had pulled out the tooth, or if they had pulled out the right tooth. She just kept repeating herself and she was pretty upset.

After we got home, she was upset that we wouldn't let her walk on her own (she clearly couldn't, but thought she could) and was in tears that we were treating her like she was sick. It was hard. She was just so sad and out of it. She was making sense, but she wasn't really processing anything we were saying to her.

Then, it seemed like her fog just lifted. She wanted to go to Target to pick out an art project and she wanted to go bike riding and just. like. that. life was back to normal.