Last year around Thanksgiving our favorite dentist told us that it was time to get my girly's extra teeth pulled. (Where most people have four teeth across the front she had five.) It took ages to work through the insurance paperwork. They believed that it was a cosmetic problem and said that if she had a cavity in the tooth then they could see pulling it out. The lady at the surgeon's office didn't give up and finally the insurance approved the surgery. So in we went. She sat down got all settled in and coughed. Once. The surgeon came and said that we couldn't do the anesthesia because of her cough. So we waited two weeks and went in again. This time Kodi flipped out. She was climbing me like a tree. She was screaming. I called Heath. He came and got her mostly calmed down but by then so much time had gone by that they didn't have time to complete it. So....we rescheduled. I was terrified that she wouldn't be brave again. We prepped her as best as we could. We prayed for her and for me. (I was just as scared as her but couldn't let her see.) I can proudly say that the third time was the charm. Heath and I both went. (She is more brave for her Daddy.) It took about 5 minutes, literally, to do the surgery. Long enough for me to go out and cry in the truck, call my sister, and go back in.They pulled 3 baby teeth, and one permanent tooth. She made it rich that night! Her smile is missing a little somethin' but we couldn't be more proud of our baby girl.(The photos are before and after. The after one was really soon after so she looks a little groggy still. HeHeHe she is gonna love that picture in future years.)
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