Katie teethed pretty late — so did Max. I was under the impression that she would hit most teething milestones late as a result, so it was surprising when she started losing teeth a bit on the early side; she’d lost all four of the front bottom teeth by 6. However, she had no loose teeth, so we didn’t think we’d be seeing the tooth fairy for a while around here.
Today was Riley and Tyler’s birthday party at Pump It Up. I was working with Max when I saw Katie come down off the big slide crying. As I made my way over to her, I saw her face contorted, and then I realized she was bleeding, and then Brandon was there and he picked her up and her teeth were bloody and there was like, a hole, and then Brandon picked her up and handed me something and I was like, what the hell is this? A tooth in my hand?
The guy who worked there (Sean) was trying to explain to me what happened but Katie was HOWLING so we went out to the front and Max handily disappeared and this woman was asking me if she was okay but I was only noticing that I was holding a tooth and that Brandon had my bleeding, screaming child in his lap. He told me that the incisor on the left (well, her left) of the hole was super loose and most likely would fall out, and the other front tooth was loose as well, but not as much.
After asking a third time, I finally found out what happened — a boy ran full-tilt up the slide while Katie was coming down, and since she was wearing socks per their rules, she couldn’t slow down, and he slammed his face into her mouth and knocked her tooth out. I called our dentist, put a call into the emergency dentist covering, and he called me back. As I expected, the dentist said that since they were all baby teeth, there was no need to attempt to save any of them; the one that was out was out, and there was a likelihood that the sockets could firm up around the loose ones (although with the way that Katie was worrying the incisor, I think that one is going to fall out).
I held Katie while Brandon went to go get some meds, and the PIU people took a report and also brought her some ice cream. Her teeth… her gums. Just awful, awful. I sent the dentist some pics of the tooth and her gums to ensure that everything was okay and he said that I needed to call our normal dentist on Monday but that otherwise he thinks things are okay. The mom of the kid looked like she was crying (and it turns out she was), she was very attentive and making sure that things were okay and I spent some time talking to her about how it was just an accident, that Katie was going to be okay, and I joked around with her son a bit, teasing him about how he must have a skull made of Adamantium because he only had one small cut and bump. I could tell she was grateful and I felt that it made up for the daze I had been in up to that point.
Kid accidents are awful. Katie is being very sweet and wonderful about it (she is making very funny comments about how she thinks she sounds funny now) but in my head I see her face when it happens and how much she was hurting and it makes me cry. I feel badly that it happened at my niece and nephew’s birthday party, too.
The tooth fairy is gonna drop a $20 on that baby, fo’ sho’.
(Max eventually came out crying when B was still getting meds because a kid kicked him in the head and I had two bawling babies in my lap and it was very sad. But, otherwise, he was excellent and made space for his sister when she really needed attention. He’s a good kiddo.)