Let me back up. This Thursday evening, we were winding down for the night watching a little tv, waiting for Daddy to get home from work. Shelby was getting fussy, so I decided to get her bottle ready and put her to bed. I was in the kitchen doing just that, when I hear a scream. I didn't really think much of it; you've been "screamy" lately, when Shelby touches your toy, or is in your way, or has something of yours. I did not realize what kind of situation we were dealing with until you rounded the corner, and there was blood EVERYWHERE! I didn't know what had happened, but immediately saw that it was coming from your mouth. I checked your teeth which were still there, just shifted a little. It was your lip that was so bad. It was completely torn and jagged. I felt weak. I knew this was going to require stitches. Once we got the bleeding under control, JuJu came to get Shelby, who was very concerned with the drops of blood on the floor and Daddy and I took you to the emergency room.
We had the greatest doctor, a mother four times over herself, who was so kind and "kid-friendly." She really made the whole thing much less scary. The worst part were the injections to numb before the stitches. You screamed bloody murder, all wrapped up in the papoose board, with Mommy under the drape holding your hand and trying to talk you down. It was a horrible experience and nine stitches later, it was over; until the next day when we saw the dentist. They did x-rays and your top, front three teeth were displaced into a crossbite, so they were going to have to be removed. Dr. Crawford thought it would be best to wait through the weekend to let the lip heal some before we did the procedure. This meant I had an entire weekend to worry about the heavy sedation with verset, the pain of the extractions and healing, and how your beautiful smile would be prematurely affected by "snaggletoothedness." It was a LONG weekend for me, needless to say. You were a champ though.
So, on Monday morning we went back to Dr. Crawford's office for the "procedure." They are so great there; you were not at all concerned. You drank your medicine (Verset), and it wasn't long before you started acting a little loopy. Dr. Shannon did the dirty work. She popped those little pearls right out. I tried to be strong and not look because teeth pulling is not my thing. There was lots of blood and crying, but it was over. You didn't wail for long and were eager to get back home to recouperate with lots of jello, ice cream, and pudding. We picked out your prizes and loaded up in the car. And the greatest part? You didn't remember a thing!
You in your silly glasses waaay under the influence still
Healing up well a few days later
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