It's been an eventful few days. On Thursday evening around 6:15pm I began vacuuming the carpet. There was a lot of grass drug in from swimming. Sadie was running around, playing, & pretending that I was getting her feet. She was on the couch, jumped off, ran behind me, then circled in front just as I was pushing the vacuum forward. She tripped at full speed and hit her mouth on the end table. She immediately went down, started crying, and holding her mouth. Blood came pouring! We ran to the bathroom, grabbed a wet washcloth, & began treatment (the best i knew how). Keep in mind Greg is driving home from Atlanta, so I am home alone. I'm freaking out, yet trying to keep calm for Sadie...but when she opened her mouth & I saw a tooth dangling...I really about died! I could not get in touch with Greg. I called numerous times and no answer. He had been in a training all day, so his phone was set to silent. He had no idea I was calling. I sent a text to a guy who I knew was traveling with him. I called Greg at 6:23 and finally at 6:47 he called back. In the meantime I called my brother Dustin to get some advice. Next the nurse's line. She told me Sadie needs to be seen by either a dentist or the ER that night. Ok...so what dentist is open at this time of the night, and I do not want to drag 3 kids to the ER by myself and sit for 7 hours and probably get no-good advice.
Greg calls. He has the idea to call our babysitter's mom. She's a nurse. I called and she immediately came out...so sweet! Greg also was on the phone with his hometown dentist getting advice from him. During all this Sadie is being a tough little girl. She is laying on the couch very content with a baggie of ice on her mouth. She is letting me and Trish (the nurse) look in her mouth. At one point she even let me put my finger on her tooth and try to push it forward into place. No luck with that though. I didn't want to hurt her or knock it loose even more. Her front teeth and the "I" tooth to the right of her front teeth are all loose. The right front and "I" tooth are also pushed back, the "I" tooth being the worse. Her mouth was full of blood, so she could not talk and she was constantly drooling and trying to spit either in a towel or in the sink. The only way I could get her to drink was to stick her mouth under the faucet like Daddy does. Hey...it worked! I also managed to get some children's ibuprophen in her.
We made it through the night. She slept with me. Greg got home around midnight. On Friday morning we called numerous pediatric dentists. Most are closed on Fridays. One sweet Dr. Julie called back and Greg took her in at 10:45. Sadie did great! She didn't fight it and she did everything the doctor asked her. Here are our options. Leave the teeth as they are. They will stay in the same place and run a risk of infection which then could possibly affect her permanent teeth. Or pull the teeth (probably two) and she can make a bridge of fake teeth for her. She will have those until her new teeth come in. Sadie says she wants new white teeth like Mommy. We are choosing to have her teeth pulled. We feel it's the better option than running the risk of infection and her having gray or black teeth for the next few years. Who knows...maybe we won't get her new teeth and she can be our cute little toothless redneck! I'm sure she will still be adorable as ever! Looking back Greg wishes he would of had the dentist pull the teeth while he was there. He was concerned that I would freak out if she came home with no teeth and with not thinking this through with me.
Our next concern was her not eating. As of last night's dinner she hadn't ate anything except two popsicles and m&m's since lunch the day before. Well, her appetite definitely kicked in! She ate 2 fish sticks then wanted 2 chicken fries. She also ate some pears. I cut them very "tiny" just as she would say. She would put them in the back of her mouth and chew. I'm so glad she has figured it out! Before bed she ate a banana and a bowl of pears. This morning more banana, 1 1/2 poptarts, and a bagel and asked for a second! She's back to her old self!! Also as of dinner last night she was hardly talking. She would not swallow her spit, but was constantly running to the bathroom or asking for a towel. No more of that either! She is definitely back to being my little conversationalist! I couldn't get her to stop talking while laying in bed last night. The first thing she told me was "I want daddy to go on another trip so I can sleep in your bed." Then she went on to talk about her teeth...saying "I want that thing out." (the awkward feeling tooth) And, "I don't want black & white teeth, I want white like mommy's." And, "I don't want to see the doctor. I want the nurse and I want to get a Dora sticker out of the basket." (like at our pediatrician's office) She was too funny. I finally had to tell her to please stop talking, close your eyes, and go to sleep. So that's our family drama from the past few days. Please pray for our little Sadie as we take her back to the dentist this next week.
