Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The most difficult part of being a parent for me is without a doubt, when lulu gets sick or hurt.
Unfortunately last night she experienced the latter.
Big daddy was busy getting a quote from a roofing company and I was getting a quote from the carpet company.
Strange how they both showed up at the exact same time.
Anyhow Lulu must have slipped and fell onto our very large, very heavy and very sharp coffee table.
This is the third time she has whacked into this particular piece of furniture.
I immediately knew this was no ordinary cry.
Within a few minutes my sweater was covered in blood as was her sweet little face and mouth.
I took her upstairs to her bedroom-away from the carpet guy and the roofing guy and tried to console her.
Big daddy managed to clear the house of smoke smelling trades guys and help calm Lulu and I down.
I was trying to appear calm, but I don't think I was doing a very good job of it.
when we finally calmed Lulu down enough to look at the damage, I felt seriously nauseous.
Her poor little mouth was a mess.
Her bottom gums torn open and her bottom tooth loose and crooked.
not her teeth!
She needs those for at least another 5-7 years.
how will she eat or talk??!!
she ONLY has the two bottom teeth, now she might lose one of them?!!
We called tele-health and my mother-in-law (who was a nurse and is no stranger to medical emergencies having had four boys)
and they told us to monitor her and get to a pediatric dentist a.s.a.p.
which we did first thing this morning and after a two second jiggle and look at the gums and tooth told us to just monitor the tooth for possible infection, but hopefully it would just heal it self.
a hundred bucks later.. but well worth the piece of mind...
Not exactly the first dental experience I was hoping for, oh well.
Lulu has been handling it all exceptionally well.
Much better than myself or big daddy.
I couldn't even eat my cereal this morning my stomach was in knots and my hands were actually shaking.
I know it's inevitable that kids are going to get hurt and we can't protect them from every bump or bruise (or god forbid premature loss of teeth) but it doesn't make it any easier.
I just hate to see my sweet Lulu in any pain whatsoever.
This is just one of many bumps on the road of life for her (and me)
So all that I can really do is hold her close, keep an eye on her as much as physically possible, take ten long deep breaths,
and maybe burn that dammed coffee table..