No slowing down, no playing gracefully, no get hurt once lesson learned. Nope, not here... not with this boy.
Hundred miles an hour ALL. THE. TIME.
Mason has face planted at full speed countless times while pushing a dump truck, tractor, race car, really any object with wheels across the room. He gets hurt, he cries, we attempt to warn but the behavior never changes.
A while ago he chipped a small portion of his front tooth. Then a small red spot appeared on the tooth revealing that he must of hit it hard enough to break a blood vessel. Over Christmas he managed to chip more of the tooth and then finally...
THIS:
Yep, a third of his front tooth gone!
I immediately contacted my dental hygienist friend who happens to work at the pediatric dental office in Hastings. She said it would probably need to be extracted.
Because we practically live at the dentist with Jentry and her ridiculous cross-bite, we were scheduled to be there yesterday anyway. They were kind enough to squeeze in Mason. Sure enough, the tooth needed to come out. Because he is so small, laughing gas was not an option and sedation would require preparation and a physical. I made the grueling decision to have them numb it up with shots and pull the tooth.
The dentist asked if I wanted to be back in the room or wait in the lobby. Of course, I wanted to be there for him. They attempted to prepare me for the crying and screaming and asked me to hold his little arms down. I was expecting the worst.
Much to everyone's surprise, he was the toughest two-year-old they had ever seen. He didn't cry once and before I knew it we were heading home with his tiny little tooth in my purse.
It was quite dramatic for this poor mama but I'm thankful to have been able to take care of it all quickly.
Now to get used to this new smiling face.
"My teeth fell out. Put it back, mom."
Too bad he isn't quite old enough to truly take in all the magic of the tooth fairy.
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