12.12.08 "OH NO! NOT THE TEETH!!!"

Ok, so you have all heard the sad tale of poor Bubba's teeth...not to mention the amount of $$$ we have spent to get said teeth fixed. Well when I picked him up from Daycare on Friday he was crashed. He had cried so hard he was zonked. He still had blood all over his face. Apparently, he was running on the playground and fell and hit the slide WITH HIS FACE. Yikes! Of course teeth went thru lip and it was a bloody mess. Bubba hates to have owies cleaned, so they did their best and he cried himself to sleep. (I didn't even get a phone call...but thats another story). Anyway, when i get there the first thing i say is, "Are his teeth ok?!" Now don't get me wrong...i was concerned about the sleeping boy on the floor too..but these are $5,000. teeth we are talking about. They aren't even paid off yet! They told me from what they could see at the time they seemed fine, so i scooped him up and loaded him in the car. He is still sleeping and continued to sleep for the next 2 hours while we started on the gingerbread house. When he finally woke up I had my friend Wendy look at the carnage to check (since i am quezy and dont handle blood and stuff well at all) and guess what? He completely knocked 3 of the 4 teeth out of whack, and one is practically dangling it's so loose! Ugh. Long story short, emergency call to dentist, roads so bad Saturday a.m. (the kind where winter storm warning/advisory scrolls across bottom of all local channels) we couldn't get all the way to Missoula. The dentist on call was fairly sure it would be ok to wait until monday since these are fake teeth and they either stay or will go. Monday we got in to see his dentist, they x-ray'd, no permanent damage. Thank you Jesus. We decided as a team to leave them and se if they would root themselves back in the gumline and recheck in 3mo. If no improvement they can bridge the fake teeth together so he can have function of the teeth. No biting into apples for this little boy. We are back to cutting into slices and eating with the rear teeth. When it rains it pours. He is still his happy little self, and isn't bothered much by it.
Here he is sleeping it off that day it happened, poor baby!