shannon, our 19-month-old, has lost her first tooth.
here's the story behind this momentous event:
we had a block party on monday. it was fun. there was lots of good food, and good people to talk to.
elizabeth, while running around, tripped and fell, and scraped herself up. shaun took her home, and then came back to get the rest of us.
he went to catch shannon, who likes to run away from you. he ran up behind her, caught her and promptly tripped. shannon went flying right into the concrete driveway. she ended up breaking one of her teeth. shaun hauled her home, and i rounded up taylor and the baby, and we headed home as well.
i tried calling the dentist, but couldn't get an answer on the emergency phone. so, we got her cleaned up as best we could, gave her some tylenol, and put everyone to bed.
i got a hold of the dentist in the morning, and took her in. we wanted to try and save it, but that required a root canal, and their next surgery date wasn't for another 5 weeks. too long to wait. he could have done it in the office, but she would have been awake, and it would have taken close to 40 minutes. and we would have had to physically hold her down, and the dentist would have ended up being a bad guy. not something i wanted to do to my little girl. so, we decided to pull it. once that was done, he said that if 1/2 a millimeter less had broken off, we wouldn't have had to pull it, it would have been fine.
with her missing tooth, shannon looks like a little imp!
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