Oliver had his dental surgery this morning. Besides my emotional state being frazzled at best, it went off without a hitch. I had talked to Oliver about what to expect ahead of time, and his only request was that I stay with him the whole time (we will never EVER mention how after he fell asleep I went and sat in the waiting room).
So, here is our morning, in pictures:
Back in the pre-operating room, where we changed into our awesome outfits and Oliver got a drug to relax him so he wouldn’t freak out about the gas. The nurses were all surprised that Oliver was so stubborn even after taking the meds! He wouldn’t let me put his hospital shirt on or his hat.
Here are his cool socks:
My rockin’, sexy outfit. Note that they chose for me “Father X-Large”–I don’t know why I didn’t qualify for “Father Medium”, at least… Oliver took the pictures of me, so I am headless and/or weird looking in all of them.
He finally let me put on his hospital shirt (I think they chose pink because they all thought he was a girl). There was a TV right there that he was watching, and he would only let me put it on cartoons in Spanish.
All in all, he only needed one crown and got a bunch of fillings. Way better than anticipated. Also, he only kind of fought the anesthesia.