Notice anything missing?? As in, a good chunk of Isaac's tooth?
There was no big traumatic event. No blood. No scratching or bruising. A simple fall on just the right spot on his tooth, and off it broke. This tiny baby chipped tooth has been taking up all of my brain space since yesterday when it happened. I'm not sure why, but I'm seriously grieving his whole-toothed smile.
I took him to the pediatric dentist this morning, and he basically gave us two options. We can leave it. Or they can fill it in and "fix" it, which involves him being sedated, probably traumatized, because he'd be taken back into a room without me and having strangers poking at his mouth, and only then, just for cosmetic reasons. And for a "filler" that has a decent chance of falling off because, well, he's a boy.
I feel like this must be some sort of rite of passage being a boy mom. And as easily as this happened, I'm shocked any of my kids have any teeth at all.
I haven't decided what I'm going to do about this hole-y grin. I'm far to emotional about it right now to make any decisions. So, I'm sitting on it for a couple weeks and then we'll decide.
In the meantime, I just spent the day googling "baby chipped tooth" and "boy broken tooth" and I'm comforted by the fact that this is a common thing. Especially with boys... who have brothers... apparently. So, maybe it'll just show the neighborhood kids that he's tough stuff (which he is) and perhaps I'll even miss the dang thing when he actually loses it in 5 years. We'll see.
*sigh* I feel like this is only the beginning.
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