He had run into the bathroom and was laughing and so happy. I asked him kindly and sternly "please do not run in the house." With his boyish charm ran out the door, laughing and saying "I'm having fun!"
All of a sudden I hear him screaming! wait make that...SCREAMING!
Being in this particular "break room" takes a few minutes to leave. Um....I think...you all understand.
So I get to him and he is bleeding from the mouth. My heart starts to race. I start to panic. Thinking he is now missing teeth. I take a deep breath and let my urge to cry and get hysterical because my child is bleeding leave my body.
I open his mouth and see ALL teeth in place and none broken. (let's back up....I assure you this....there was hand washing in place.) I feel his teeth and none seem lose.
I ask him to calm down and tell me what happened. He cries, screams and cries more. We hug. I then repeat. "calm down and tell mama." He says "I fell down. I was running. I was having fun." then starts to cry/scream all over again. We hug some more. I ask him to show me where he fell. He shows me the window. The window molding. Apparently he fell into the window molding that frames the window. OH NO! I shudder. I can only imagine that he broke some of his fall with his hands because NO teeth were missing.
We end up with a very fat lip and a sore mouth. I think about calling the doctor or dentist but decide since NO teeth were broken/missing/chipped not too.
OH NO! maybe I should have called......yesterday in his sick state(we (mama, him and sissy) all have bronchitis) of coughing and me blowing his nose I noticed that his front teeth seemed discolored. I thought maybe it was just my eyes. I look again. I think maybe it's from lunch I didn't brush his teeth after. Then later I look again.....they are NOT white. OH NO!
Today I looked and they are a little on the gray side and seem to be the same color on the inside.
I think from the trauma of the fall. Now we have to go to see the dentist. I pray that this has not affected his permanent teeth up above these precious baby ones.
OH NO!!!! Today I suffer from "potty break" guilt.
3 comments:
Poor baby! I hope his teeth are ok...and I hope future potty breaks are less eventful!
Oh, poor boy! If it makes you feel any better, that happened to me when I was a little girl. At my grandma's house. Yeah, she felt terrible. I fell into a chair and my two front teeth ended up dying and having to be pulled. My adult teeth were fine. Hoping that is the case with your sweet Travis!
Oh no!!! B did this a few months ago. Luckily he didn't damage his adult teeth, but we came VERY close to surgery. He chipped and shoved up & back his two front uppers, completely tore his frenulum, and cut his gums VERY badly.
Thank GOD little ones bounce back quickly! T might fight like all get out at the dentist, but at least you'll get answers.
Hoping/praying everything goes well!
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