After our screamin' fun day at Cornbelly's we came home and were beyond exhausted. We were home for not even an hour before Luke tripped and crashed into the corner of a table.. apparently mouth first. He did this little number to his gums..
Poor boy was in so much pain. Blood was everywhere.. gotta love mouth injuries.. and once I could actually see it, it was worse than I thought. Luke just kept holding his mouth and walked around saying "it hurts.. it hurts". With medicine on board and most of the blood wiped off.. I got this cute smile out of him.
I debated taking him in to see someone, but I knew there wasn't much they could do. My handy dandy brother-in-law, John.. aka mouth specialist, orthodontist and highly connected man.. looked over the photo above and had one of his ped fellows take a glance too. They voted it was okay, but the root was possibly damaged.
We booked Luke an appt for the dentist to get some xrays taken a few days after the incident. He walked around in pain for days. So sad. It was quite the event actually taking the xray. I now understand why dentists like to see kids more around the age of 3. :) But, we discovered that his root was fine! Phew. It's a relief knowing his cute little chiclet tooth won't die.
I'm afraid this injury is just the beginning for this little guy. He thinks he's indestructible. Hello twos!
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