One Tooth Less at 2 and 2 quarters!
Last week Abby declared that she was 2 and 2 quarters. When she was told that I was going to go play poker with my friends. She wanted to go play poker with her friends, but daddy said she isn’t old enough. And she replied that she was old enough. And proudly declared that she was 2 and 2 quarters. This was two days after her tooth (that was destined to come out) was extracted.
In an effort to get healthy a lot of the mom’s that I am in a club with have attempted to meet up on some mornings and walk/jog with our kids. We prefer out doors, but sadly it was raining heavily and steadily on that fateful Friday. After half a lap of the local (indoor) mall Abby requested to get out and run along side of the stroller. She made it no further than 10 steps and pancaked onto the tiled floor. I saw her head bounce up, but was none the wiser that it did so much damage until I came up to her and saw the blood. And then the cracked tooth. Again. Side story time...
In September of 2007 just shy of 14 months old Abby had her first and until Friday only ER worthy illness/accident. While getting out of the tub she landed front teeth first on the edge of the tub after getting out of her bath. (The tub is still chipped to this day). Breaking/chipping her two front teeth. Only one of them took more of the blunt force and we had to get a crown on her tooth. Because the tooth broke just enough it was keepable. That was the only time she has ever had to be under anesthesia. And that is why all of her pictures from after that point have a prominent front tooth (crowns make your teeth a wee bit bigger). ...resume current story.
So right away I realized that we would need to go to her dentist and get emergency repairs. Then I saw her lip was split and being that I am not a doctor I took her to the ER were I spent $50 copay for them to tell me that she didn’t need them. At the dentist we were told that her tooth had to be extracted because of where it broke this time.
Through all of this Abby was responsive to all that I told her to do, did everything that the doctors/hygienists told her to do, and was lavished with balloons, toys, and stickers. I was so proud of my daughter that day. Because I doubt any mom of a 2 and 2 quarters (though she is actually more like 2 and 5/6ths) year old could say that their daughter didn’t panic and cry the whole day about their boo boos. I would like to think that I had something to do with that as I utilized my EMT skillz from long ago and kept my cool while juggling a ~1 year old and wounded ~3 year old. I got a napkin (from a fellow mom) to put on the lacerated lip and found ice to reduce the swelling. All before leaving the mall. (Thanks pretzel guy who gave us ice in one of your unused food prep gloves!) She was calm by the time we got on the road (because there is no way a toddler won’t cry when something like that happens to them). And she didn’t fuss over or poke at it the whole day. In fact in between the exam and the procedure she was “[wanting to go back] to the dentist so they can make my tooth better [by] brushing my teeth”. She had no idea what “extraction” meant.
After the "extraction" we told her of the tooth fairy. Upon trying to explain who/what the tooth fairy is. . . by saying that he/she brings you a treat and puts it under your pillow. My daughter thought that that meant food. Specifically “strawberries”. But was happy with the $1 gold coin. (Which she lost once and we found and then lost it again.) Such is the life of a toddler.
I am still beaming if you can’t tell at how well she did. The smile. I am still getting used to the new “look”.
In an effort to get healthy a lot of the mom’s that I am in a club with have attempted to meet up on some mornings and walk/jog with our kids. We prefer out doors, but sadly it was raining heavily and steadily on that fateful Friday. After half a lap of the local (indoor) mall Abby requested to get out and run along side of the stroller. She made it no further than 10 steps and pancaked onto the tiled floor. I saw her head bounce up, but was none the wiser that it did so much damage until I came up to her and saw the blood. And then the cracked tooth. Again. Side story time...
In September of 2007 just shy of 14 months old Abby had her first and until Friday only ER worthy illness/accident. While getting out of the tub she landed front teeth first on the edge of the tub after getting out of her bath. (The tub is still chipped to this day). Breaking/chipping her two front teeth. Only one of them took more of the blunt force and we had to get a crown on her tooth. Because the tooth broke just enough it was keepable. That was the only time she has ever had to be under anesthesia. And that is why all of her pictures from after that point have a prominent front tooth (crowns make your teeth a wee bit bigger). ...resume current story.
So right away I realized that we would need to go to her dentist and get emergency repairs. Then I saw her lip was split and being that I am not a doctor I took her to the ER were I spent $50 copay for them to tell me that she didn’t need them. At the dentist we were told that her tooth had to be extracted because of where it broke this time.
Through all of this Abby was responsive to all that I told her to do, did everything that the doctors/hygienists told her to do, and was lavished with balloons, toys, and stickers. I was so proud of my daughter that day. Because I doubt any mom of a 2 and 2 quarters (though she is actually more like 2 and 5/6ths) year old could say that their daughter didn’t panic and cry the whole day about their boo boos. I would like to think that I had something to do with that as I utilized my EMT skillz from long ago and kept my cool while juggling a ~1 year old and wounded ~3 year old. I got a napkin (from a fellow mom) to put on the lacerated lip and found ice to reduce the swelling. All before leaving the mall. (Thanks pretzel guy who gave us ice in one of your unused food prep gloves!) She was calm by the time we got on the road (because there is no way a toddler won’t cry when something like that happens to them). And she didn’t fuss over or poke at it the whole day. In fact in between the exam and the procedure she was “[wanting to go back] to the dentist so they can make my tooth better [by] brushing my teeth”. She had no idea what “extraction” meant.
After the "extraction" we told her of the tooth fairy. Upon trying to explain who/what the tooth fairy is. . . by saying that he/she brings you a treat and puts it under your pillow. My daughter thought that that meant food. Specifically “strawberries”. But was happy with the $1 gold coin. (Which she lost once and we found and then lost it again.) Such is the life of a toddler.
I am still beaming if you can’t tell at how well she did. The smile. I am still getting used to the new “look”.
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