We’ve done quite well I think, Lucas is four and the twins are nearly two and we’ve made it that far without any major accidents. Nothing that’s needed emergency trips to doctors, bandages or stitches but I knew it couldn’t last. We have some little steps in our kitchen – they’ve been there for years for little people to stand on and ‘help’ with baking and cooking. The twins have always loved them and will climb them at every opportunity, we’ve had the odd slip but on the whole they have been pretty safe on them. The just love to stand up and watch while I get their lunch ready so they are always there by the kitchen counter.
However, this week Boo went to climb up them and lost his footing on the second step; as he slid down he hit his mouth on the step and bumped down on to the floor. I thought maybe he’d cut his lip or bit his tongue but after a quick cuddle I looked in his mouth to see that his one of his teeth had gone! One of his top front teeth was missing and then I spotted it on the floor, it had come out completely whole and with a lot less fuss than I would have thought. Now, I’m not very good at things like this, I’m a little squeamish and not very calm in an emergency but it was only me there with the three boys. I sat holding him, on the dreaded steps, for a full five minutes trying to figure out what to do. When I finally roused myself to phone the dentist he was very calm asked if I could put it back in, I wasn’t too keen, but he said if I could get to there right away he would sort it out for me.
We don’t have a car in the week and my husband was on a course after work so I’d have struggled to get hold of him. Thankfully my Father in Law was round the corner and came to my rescue. We bundled all the kids in the car, I was clutching a little pot on whole milk with the tooth in (the best thing to do if it ever happens to you!) and we made it to the dentist. Boo didn’t even have any shoes on but he was clinging onto me anyway as we sat in the dentists chair, this was his first time there and I can’t say it was the calm visit I was hoping for but I think under the circumstances he did pretty well. The dentist was so good with him and managed to get the tooth back in and pop some filler on the back to secure it. When he was done he asked Boo if he would like a sticker and he stopped his wails – we heard a little ‘yeah’ and a shaky hand reached out to grab the offered Olaf sticker. That more than anything else broke my heart, he was so brave considering and he clutched his little sticker all the way home. I managed to keep my cool until he was in bed and then had a little cry, it’s horrible to see him hurt, it makes me feel sick whenever any of my boys are hurt, and I was worried that the tooth would fall out over night. He’s been a little sorry for himself this week and is a little fed up of all the soft baby food – I’ve been trying my best not to be too overbearing and I’m having to stop myself shouting out careful after him all the time.
Now one of his front teeth is slightly lower than the other, you can only really see it when he lets out his giggle and big grin. That slightly crooked smile now a reminder of the accident – the dentist asked me did I mind it had dropped but I was just so grateful it was there at all! In fact it is rather endearing, he is the cheekier of the two and now he has a story to tell as to how he got his cheeky smile. It is now a way for people to tell them both apart or until their big teeth come through at least. We are back at the dentist tomorrow to get it checked over but it does seem to be setting back in okay, he’s managing to eat more normal food and is happy to resume wrestling with his brothers. He was out having a play in the garden today and I took this photo of him with his beautiful crooked smile.