Scrapes, bruises, bumps, cuts, and falls have always been abundant around here. This summer my children, like most, have not gone a day without a scraped up knee.
Well, that's all small stuff. We've received our first real injury. I wish it had been stitches or even a broken arm. Then you get your cast off and go on your way and no one ever knows what happened.
Allie and Detmer love to climb in Kendall's crib with her when she first wakes up. They always have. Allie did it when Detmer was a baby. The other day after I got Kendall out, Detmer wanted to stay in. He was jumping up and down, obviously very hard, and hit his mouth. He screamed. I remember holding him and being surprised he was crying for so long. I couldn't see anything. No blood or anything so I was surprised how upset he was. I remember specifically the next day taking the children to try their first soft pretzel and Detmer couldn't eat his because his teeth were hurting. It hurt him to eat for a couple days, but I still didn't see anything so I didn't think too much of it, except that it would heal soon.
On Friday when I was brushing his teeth, I noticed his front tooth looked discolored. I literally said a quick prayer that whatever it was would brush off. It didn't and after looking closer, his gums were swollen as well. Of course this happened Friday night, when I couldn't all the dentist. I was sick about it over the weekend. I called the dentist first thing Monday morning and they got me right in.
By then, it was a bit more grey. The dentist said there could be several outcomes. It could stay like it is. It could get infected. It could have nerve damage, in which case he would need nerve therapy. He could need a root canal. Any of these would result in a crown, which would mostly match his other teeth. Turns out he hit his tooth so hard, it cracked. Not all the way through, but bad enough that if (when?) he hits again, it will probably break at the crack and half of it will fall out, then he will end up with the crown. That is kind of the one I'm thinking will happen. He's already got a bloody lip today. He's rough. He's a boy.
Today, it is even more grey and quite obvious. I'm thinking now along with fielding endless "what are those?" in regards to Kendall's birthmarks, I'm going to also be fielding, "what happened to his tooth?" I'm so bummed. I picture him on his first day of kindergarten with his grey tooth smile. I know there are much worse things, it goes without saying, but I'm sure someone will still say it.
Tonight I took Allie and Detmer to Surf N Swim. It was the most crowded it's been, and Detmer likes to stay shallow while Allie likes to go deep. I stood in the middle of them to keep an eye on both. Detmer was just playing, but I could tell he didn't know where I was. After a minute I walked over to him and when he looked over and saw me he got the happiest look on his face and said, "Mommy!" Why can't I protect him from any pain???