Today I think I probably over-reacted. I’ll know for sure in the morning.
I looked up at gymnastics to see my daughter, standing in front of me, crying. She was holding her bloody mouth. I grabbed my stuff and said we’re out of here. A coach passing by asked if she was okay, and I asked him for ice. As he got the ice, I was on the phone with the oral surgeon.
So now you’re thinking, “Ummm, yeah, she way over-reacted!” Bloody mouth = call to oral surgeon? Crazy lady! But you have to understand the saga of my daughter and her front teeth. She has broken them off. She had a root canal. She has braces to fix the damage done when she broke them. Later she knocked out the same tooth. Except she had braces, so it took three other teeth along for the ride and traumatized them. We see the oral surgeon every three months. Sometimes more often.
By the end of it, we had three coaches looking at her teeth. And a mom who was looking at me like I was insane. I hope she never has to walk in my shoes on this one. We’re pretty sure it was just a bloody lip. But as punishment for my over-reaction, we’ll see the oral surgeon at 7:10 A.M. Hello summer, you just thought you could sleep in! I have to say I’m a little embarrassed. Ah well, we all get to act crazy once in a while, right?
In all fairness, I’m usually the mom who tells them to ‘shake it off’ or ‘spit on it’ or ‘lick the blood off.’ I don’t want my kids to be afraid of getting hurt. But the teeth. Those teeth. We have to keep them until the braces come off. Then they can fall out. Well, not really. She’s too young for implants. The dentist’s goal was to keep her original teeth until she has her own dental insurance and a job. I like him. Really like him.
We’ll see how this story ends tomorrow…
…And it looks like I was a bit over the top on this one. X-ray looked good (as good as expected with all that’s happened to those poor teeth). Passed the sensitivity tests. We’ll head to the orthodontist to fix the bent wire. And my sweet hubby took her this morning. I got to avoid the whole early morning thing and the embarrassment of being a little too paranoid. I love that guy. He’s always so good to me.