We've had a lot of tooth business goin' on around this house during the last month.
The Good:
Jemma lost her two top front teeth. They were both just dangling from her mouth in their final days One she allowed me to remove...the 2nd, however, she decided she didn't want anyone to touch. So, she went to bed with it hanging by a thread and awoke the next morning with it gone...and I mean GONE. We're pretty sure she swallowed it cuz there was no sign of it anywhere...no dried blood and no tooth.
Her toothless grin sure is cute!
The Bad:
About a week and a half after we moved in, Gavin was jumping on the couch (which he does incessantly despite our constant reminders that we do not jump on the furniture). He decided he would take a flying leap off the couch and landed on the coffee table...with his mouth. Blood everywhere. When I pulled his lip back to get a look at the damage, one front tooth was shoved backward and the other forward...both VERY loose. I was without a car (ya, and we still just have one car. It's awful!) and could tell he need immediate attention. So, I called and called and called Brandon's cell phone. No answer. All the while holding a screaming 2 year old. I had no phone number for the clinic he works at (he'd only been there a couple days)...looked online - couldn't find anything...finally, 45 minutes later, he walks in the door. His squadron had PT that afternoon and was playing ULTIMATE FRISBEE! I was a wreck. Thankfully, Brandon knew who to call and we were able to get Gavin into the dentist on base. Unfortunately, there was really nothing they could do...just wait; hope they tighten back up without any infection.
Here's a profile and front shot a couple days after the incident. He was so swollen for a good week.
The Gray:
Fortunately, his teeth have tightened back up and he didn't end up with any infection. Unfortunately, those two teeth are turning gray. I guess that's a small price to pay though. He's lucky to still have those teeth!
You would think that after a traumatic experience like that, he would stop jumping on and off of furniture. He is at this very moment flying off my bed into a giant pile of pillows and he still jumps on the couches. Crazy kid!