Mmm laughing gas!
Determined to be tougher than my fears, I did accompany him figuring it had to be worse for him than it would be for me. There was some yelling but the IV was successfully inserted with one try. Once he was all loopy, we waited in the outer room, where we heard many cries of "Ouch!" as the other patients looked at each other with dismay. We were told this was totally normal. Ok.
E in recovery.
We stopped at 7-11 and bought him a giant coke slurpee and headed home. But after a little rest, he was raring to go around 2pm and wanted a playdate. We were pretty happy he bounced back so quickly. Now let's hope some replacement teeth come in soon to diminish his toothless hillbilly look.