My daughter is very active. She loves to run around, climb things, jump off of and on to thing. She has energy FOR SURE! I’ve been waiting for the day that we have to go get stitches or a cast for a broken bone. I’ve been waiting… Weather it be at daycare, home, the park, Auntie’s place or the grandparents place… I’ve been waiting.
A couple weeks ago, I received a voicemail from her daycare (who may I remind you is a very close friend of mine). It wasn’t a panic or extremely distressed message, but it was more of a, “Hi Ashley, Your daughter is wired and has been running around and she fell and chipped her tooth…” My stomach sunk a little. I don’t think I even finished the message. I called K back immediately. My finger flew through the numbers.
I was proud of myself, I was calm. I was like a sponge though, I needed all the information!
I could hear Scarlett laughing in the background. I allowed myself to let my shoulders relax.
K had already called a Pediatric Dentist. I was on the phone calling any dentist that could see her right now! At this point, I still don’t think I had asked if there was blood? Was she crying? Did she cry? Does she need me? You know, all the questions that race through a mother’s head when her child is hurt. K and I were busy trying to get someone who knew a thing or two about teeth to look at her.
K was already on her way to the dentist to get checked out. I don’t think I can ever express the gratitude and the ease to K. Not just for getting her to the dentist but for being there for her while I (& her Dad) is at work. It’s nice to know that no matter what happens throughout the day, your child is in a safe and loving environment.
Once Scarlett was all situated. I felt the Mum guilt set in. I wasn’t there for her. I am still not there for her, because I am at work. Place guilt bags on shoulders, feel the weight.
I couldn’t wait to see Scarlett that afternoon. I needed to hug her. I need to tell her I loved her and I was sorry I wasn’t there for her. When I got there, she was laughing and giggling and had completely forgotten the events of that morning.
She most certainly had chipped her tooth.
I took her to the dentist the next morning to get it thoroughly checked out. She wouldn’t be getting her adult teething for well a few years yet, she’s only two.
I wasn’t sure how she was going to react or if she was going to flip out, kicking and screaming. This dentist only deals with toddlers, kids up to the age of 13-ish. I was feeling very confident they knew what they were doing.
Scarlett was a little unsure, and asked if we could leave. But before I could say anything, this very friendly dental hygienist gave Scarlett a glove to examine and explaining what was going to happen and what all the tools were. I hardly had to do anything. Scarlett slowly started to relax and was laughing with them by the end. They sealed her tooth, and said they are going to have to patch it in a couple months.
Scarlett was a rock star! She did so good and I was so unbelievably proud of her.
The next visit might be a whole different game… more tools, loud noises… but I have every confidence in her that she will make it through. She is a smart, brave little girl.
I am sure this is the first of many emergency visits we’ll have to make.