All Is Not Lost

It is 6:44 am. I have been up since 5 o'clock reading my old blog posts and wishing that I had kept blogging for the last 14 months.

So much has happened and since my memory is not that of a 35 year old woman, but more like an 80 year old woman, (due to sleep deprivation, lack of exercise and poor eating habits)it would have been nice to record the events of the last 14 months for future journeys down memory lane.

But all is not lost....we can start with today, right?!

I'm back and though I have no readers at all, my memories shall from today forward be recorded and available for recall at my whim and fancy!

So, I'll begin with why I was up at 5 o'clock. Our 7 month old slept through the night for a second night in a row and woke needing a feed at 5. I fed him and didn't feel like going back to sleep because the anxiety of what was to come later this morning had my brain working overtime.

You see, although it has been 14 months since my last post, Chunky Monkey has not changed a bit in the regard that he is still Chunky and is still a relentless climber and stunt boy.

Yesterday I arrived to pick him up from preschool only to be met at the door by the preschool director, which is never a good thing. As I listened to what she described as "a little fall" I felt the pull of my child from down the hall. He needed me. It was all I could do to listen as she explained that he had fallen on the concrete while pushing a Tonka truck and hit his mouth hard on the patio. They had administered first aid and tried to calm him the best they could while they waited for me to arrive. When she finished, I practically ran to his room to find him and survey what I had in my mind's eye as a catastrophic injury. It is never as bad as a mother imagines, but he did look like he'd gone three rounds with an angry third grader. I scooped him up and tried to get him to let me look into his mouth, but he was in pain and wanted no part of cooperating.

It wasn't until we arrived home that he finally let me get a peek at his gums and teeth and to my horror, his upper right front tooth was so loose that it reminded me of when I knew it was time to wrap a string around a tooth and slam the door! I immediately called the dentist and although it was only 2:45 in the afternoon, the dentist was gone for the day! WHAT???!!! I calmly explained the situation to a very kind receptionist, and she paged him to see if he wanted to return to look at Chunky's tooth. What do you think the answer was? Well, you would be right....he said it could wait until the morning! So, she set up an appointment for 8 am. Apparently, the dentist believed that it really didn't make a difference if he saw him right away or in the morning.

If the tooth was damaged enough, it wouldn't matter when he pulled it out.

Comforting, huh?

So, this is what my anxiety is building about this morning. Will my sweet 2 year old have a gap in his smile that should rightfully be Lula Belle's first? Will he have to go through the pain of an extraction to already tender gums? Will the dentist be able to save the tooth only to have it discolor and be a constant reminder of how accident-prone he is? Will said dicoloration create anxiety within him about his smile? These are a mother's worries. The two year old sleeps peaceefully unaware of any of it.

So, now we wait.