She was born smiling, her teeth popped through in all the right places creating a perfect set of teeth, straight and white. We ignored the gentle warnings of our dentist that this was not going to last, and we snapped a million pics of her beaming smile.
(That was her cramming raspberries into her face phase)
As they fell out we realized that Dr. Dorothy was in fact correct and our little smiler was quickly starting to look like Sponge bob. She wasn’t fazed at all and kept flashing her chiclets.
About 6 months ago we began the arduous task of correcting her jaw and she was a trooper. She would obediently lie down on the couch so I could crank open her palette and crack jokes all the while. The Herbst appliance was next and she became bionic. You can hear the hydraulics inside of her mouth operating like one C3PO’s limbs. She soildered on and only slightly complained, always looking forward to her braces, which for some crazy reason she thought was cool.
Then one day I decided to obey her and hang the hammock. I went in the house to grab some water and then heard a blood curdling scream. I ran out the door to see blood spurting from her mouth and through her fingers, while she yelled “MOMMMMMMM” I grabbed a towel that was luckily blood-red and dashed over to apply pressure. Leaving her alone I ran up the stairs to find The Husband trying to get off of the phone face stricken from what he overheard downstairs. While The Husband dug around in the grass to find the missing tooth I called the dentist, and she cautioned us to put it in a cup of milk.
The Husband- what?
Me (very loudly)- Just put it in a glass of milk!!!!!
Our dentist met us at her office so she could take a look but it was very clear this child needed to be knocked out, so we headed down to the ER. Somehow I managed not to throw up while holding her, and her cup of milk with tooth while looking up the number for the ER and requesting a pediatric dentist. The Husband at the wheel got us there in no time flat. I was half in the bed with her trying to calm her, as people came in and out. Apparently the new method in the ER is to give very specific directions about what they are going to do to you. I interrupted knowing that this child or possibly I would not benefit from the nurses’ over sharing.
We managed to get a movie playing on the TV and were calm for a bit, but by the time Dentist arrived the poor kid was anticipating the needles and moaning. One nurse sat on the bed with her knees around The Associates head, another was trying to distract her with a huge ball and another with an ipad, all the while the Dentist tried to trick her into opening her mouth. I came in and out of the room my heart pounding while she screamed at the top of her lungs. The Father sat solidly by her side and as per usual tried to distill the tension with humor.
Screaming, crying and definitely over stimulated the The Associate hushed us all up. We all backed away, hands up and she declared “Let’s get this over with! The mayor is waiting for me!” Stifling giggles they got back to work and the tooth was finally wedged back in. The room was quiet and she was instantly better, still excited to see The Mayor. Sanity partly restored we were freed to go back to home.
As we drove out of the hospital. The Associate came up behind me and reminded me that The Mayor was waiting in a conspiratorial lowered voice. I laughed as I braced myself to go to at least 3 pharmacies to get the medicine we would need. Three weeks later her tooth looks alive, but we shall see, one step at a time.