Icka was playing with her cousins (Camden to be exact — but I don’t blame), and I heard the scream every mother dreads. You know — the scream that informs me that she is hurt instead of ornery. I ran in to find a bloody mouth. I figured she had bumped her lip or something. Come to find out, her bottom front tooth was knocked loose. So after calling a couple of doctors and Megan (who is an expert on kids knocked out teeth), I figured that gently pushing it into place and watching over the next few weeks is the only option I have. So I am watching, and crossing my fingers that I don’t have a darling little girl with a gray tooth for the next seven years. (No offense to those of you who do.) The poor thing. I was worried all day long, and kept holding her and checking on it. Tristen couldn’t believe that I was so worried all day long. (I wonder what kind of mother that is going to make her?)
After looking through the pictures Megan took of Icka’s birthday party (the jump house party that we had the day after the incident), I came across the perfect picture of her crooked tooth. Now imagine that I told the orthodontist that my daughter had perfectly straight teeth just a few weeks back…and now look:
Isn’t that so sad. But I guess if it is white and crooked, I don’t care too much. It just adds character and a new nickname — Snaggletooth.)
| DESIGN BY