Routine? By the book? I don't think so!

Here she is this morning while dropping her big sister off at the bus stop. See her front top tooth that's about half there? That's the one that was pulled today.

Now, this is what she looks like. Still cute as ever! Let me tell you, though, what happened over the course of the day between those two pictures....Hmmm...as usual with a Shelby story...where to begin...

Well, we showed up at Dr. Albers (oral surgeon) on time (I know, pretty amazing for us!). They called us in, Shelby took the Versed by force, meaning Mommy & Daddy holding her to get it down, and then we waited. It only took about 10 minutes for our drunken 3 1/2-year-old to appear. Everything was hilarious and she kept saying she was going to sleep in the dentist's chair "all day!" She let us help wrap her up in the soft blue blanket they use as a "papoose" and we tucked her Minnie Mouse stuffed animal in with her. Dr. Albers came in, we left, and about 3 minutes later they called us back in. She was not a happy camper, but still very much under the influence of Versed so we knew she wouldn't remember it. She was aware that her tooth was missing, but as of tonight has no clue how it got out (yea, Versed!) We went to a recovery room for about 1/2 an hour then left. She was hungry and asking for McDonald's french fries so that's where we headed. She was still very, very, very, very drowsy, but insisted on those fries and going in the restaurant, rather than just hitting the drive-through. When we first got there she sat on my lap, then wanted Daddy, then got mad that Daddy was holding her so we put her in a highchair. All the while her head was bobbing up and down, several times almost hitting the edge of the table. She could pick up her fries (barely), and could hardly hit her ketchup. She asked several times where her other ketchup was as she was seeing double. She also kept asking "Where did Riley go?" We'd remind her that Riley went to school today and she wasn't here with us, but that would just prompt Shelby to look under the table forever, pop her head back up, and declare that Riley wasn't hiding under there. She did drink a bit of Sprite and eat, maybe, 10 french fries, but not very gracefully at all. Let's just say, people were looking at us.

We finally decide to leave McDonald's as either she had lost interest in the fries, or she just couldn't coordinate her movements enough to pick up anything. She kept going "I forgot what I was going to say" and things like that. We thought maybe we saw a slight improvement in her, though, so we decided to head to JCPenney's to order our roman shades for our livingroom windows. She fell asleep on the car ride which we thought was great and appropriate for what she had been through already. We placed our order and Scott saw a few clients and we headed back to the car with the still sleeping Shelby. Now this is our child that sometimes we can move from carseat to house and the like, but we had already taken out of her carseat, put her in a stroller, taken her out of the stroller, and then put her back in her carseat. We decided then that this wasn't our "typical" Shelby behavior for just having some Versed. Usually she snaps out of it much, much quicker. Now concerned we call the oral surgeon. The receptionist says she'll take the message to him and call us right back. I call my Mom to have her meet Riley at the bus stop, and we head back home on the way to go past the oral surgeon's office, just in case. My mom suggested we try our best to rouse her and that's when the trouble began.

We yelled, clapped, whistled, wiggled, poked, tickled, etc. to try to wake her with no luck. Now throughly freaked, we called Dr. Albers back who immediately called Dr. Peterson (Shelby's pediatrician) who called us ASAP. They asked us to check her respirations, which looked o.k., and then to pinch her. When I said there was no response to pinching her, they said to take her to the E.R.

We arrived at the E.R. about 5 minutes later, I rushed her in, explained what was happening, and they took us right back to a room. Just as I laid her on the gurney, she began to awake. Phew! She was still really out of it, talking incoherently, and wobbling all over, still. Dr. Albers was concerned and compassionate enough to come see her in the E.R. and spend some time with us. We came home about 1 1/2 hours later with a child whose speech was slurred and couldn't walk, but had perked up ALOT. It was determined that, because of her nasty, diseased liver, her body didn't process out the Versed at the rate it should have. She's never had any trouble before with Versed so we were very surprised.

We're home, pooped, and still concerned that Shelby has a good night and no more problems. Please, please say a prayer for her tonight. Its very, very, very scarey to not be able to wake up your child.