A Tooth

I'm sitting here about to load my final grades in, but I needed to take a moment and post this.

If you didn't know me as a child, you might not know that I was almost always having some type of injury--teeth knocked out, concussion, broken arm and leg at the same time, and on and on. So, as you might expect, I seem to have passed some of that "gene" onto my children. Mainly the second one, but both of them to some degree. You might expect, too, that I would be used to injuries and that it wouldn't bother me too much. Well, there you would be wrong, a little.

A little background. When I was quite young, between 2 and 3 I think, I lost my front teeth. Yes, teeth--all four on the top. This was due to several incidents, eventually leading to the pulling of teeth, literally! So, I went MANY years with NO front teeth on the top. I do have pictures to prove, but those aren't necessary on this blog! Then, after about 5 years of no teeth on top, they had to do a minor procedure to allow my permanent teeth to come in. So, I'm used to this stuff, right?

Well, you probably know that J had a little incident this summer that resulted in one of his top front teeth being pulled. I think I handled it pretty well. He seems to be no worse for it either. So, Thanksgiving rolls around and we are with family and everyone is having a great time. E is playing with my cousin's son and they are having a ball. Of course with two young boys, you are very likely to have a collision sooner or later. And they did, E's mouth to the back of Seth's head. Not a big deal, just a little bleeding, not even real crying. Move on with life.

A few days go by and I think E's tooth is starting to turn a little gray. S thinks I'm crazy, so we do nothing. Well, after a few weeks, it is obvious that his tooth is turning gray. I called the dentist to make sure we don't need to do anything. They want to see him to check it out. So, yesterday morning I take him in and they do an x-ray and examine him--with little cooperation from him I might add! It took a bit of restraining him by me and the dental assistant, while J helped himself to everything in my purse! I digress. So, the dentist is showing me the x-ray and explaining things and just mentions in passing that we'll need to come back in a few days and they will wiggle that tooth out. WAIT A MINUTE HERE!! Did you just say that you were going to pull that tooth?? Just like my other son, the same tooth even? It really caught me by surprise, so I did well to hide my emotions. We scheduled the appointment and left. Oh, did I mention that J pooped right before we went back to the exam room? Lovely.

So as soon as I get in the truck I call S to tell him the news. I break down. Don't ask me why, but this is bothering me more than it probably should. It is just a tooth, right? He will be as cute as his brother, right? We will now have two toothless kids, under the age of 4! I don't know what it is, maybe I feel like it reflects on me as a mother or something, but this has me bummed. By the way, the only other person I have told about this is my mother--that is how upset it has me!! I can't even talk about it! We did tell E last night and he is bothered by it too, so don't say anything to him yet please!!

There, I just needed to get that out. Oh, and now E is sick, so he has to go to the doctor tomorrow. Poor kid is having a bad week!

Now, back to grades...