Finn knocked one of his top teeth askew (great word, right?) at some point yesterday, we're guessing at school. We didn't even actually notice it until last night when Uriah was tipping Finn upside down and his mouth was open while he giggled. My best guess is that he fell (or bumped it or whatever happened-he's a boy and he's accident prone.), he probably cried, was surely comforted by his teacher, and then, because there was no blood or physical sign of trauma, he went on with his day. Uriah and I decided last night to see how Finn's mouth was in the morning. I was obviously hoping it was a fluke and we'd wake up this morning to a fully restored, even smile. Instead, his gum was still pretty swollen, his tooth still wasn't straight and now it was kind of wiggly.
The downside to living in a small town? Sometimes you actually have to wait to get in to see the doctor/dentist because, this just in: they don't work every single day! I called a couple of places this morning and left messages. The dentist we took Abby to last week was seeing patients in One woman actually told me, after I'd left a message on the office's answering machine and called back again, that she figured I was just calling around, so she didn't see the need to return the message that I'd left. We finally got a call back from the pediatric dentist this afternoon and the earliest they could get Finn in is tomorrow morning. He's got the first appointment, but still it's not until tomorrow morning, and I really had wanted it taken care of today.. His tooth doesn't seem to be bothering him, although he's been pretty picky about what he eats today; he's had a lot of yogurt, cottage cheese and bananas.
Of course, that didn't stop him from inhaling a gingerbread cookie this afternoon when I wasn't looking. I guess his mouth must not hurt that bad...
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