Where do I even start, I still feel sick to my stomach even three days after the incident.
Wednesday evening Piper, Kennedy and Ken's friend were playing upstairs in the playroom while I was finishing up a few things for school. No fighting, no bickering. All of a sudden we hear a decent thud and crying from Piper. As per usual, we call up asking if everything is okay and Ken said that Piper, "fell off the wood". To preface this, we are putting laminate wood flooring in the kitchen and living room soon. Initially I bought 100 sq ft to put in the play room to see how the color looked installed and to test it's durability, so there were two rows boxes stacked on top of each other in the playroom. Not very high, maybe 6 or 8 inches off the ground.
Not even a minute goes by before I round the corner to head upstairs due to the fact that Piper's crying has turned into full on screaming. I make it up to the landing, turn the corner to the second portion where I see Piper. Covered in blood. Blood down the front of her shirt. Blood down her arm. Blood on the wall from her bracing herself to come down the stairs. A trail of blood on the carpet. Hurriedly I pick her up, and I'm frantically trying to get down the stairs without falling. Yelling, screaming, trying to figure out what in the hell happened. Kennedy again says, "I don't know mom she fell off the wood!" She is quickly turning into a bigger wreck than me at the sight of her little sister. She says that Piper was on the wood and fell into one of our stand-up musical toys.
Brendon grabs paper towels and we start blotting the blood to try to find the source. Piper is hysterical. I'm hysterical. Kennedy and Brendon are hysterical. At this point I see Kennedy's friend quickly rushing to get her snow pants on and head home, I have NO idea what was going through her head but I'm sure she was scared shitless.
The blood is obviously coming from her mouth; so we assume she bit her tongue or her lip during the fall. Okay paper towels aren't doing the job, get a kitchen towel. Check tongue; fine. Lift upper lip.. "HOLY SHIT, BRENDON! HER FRONT TOOTH IS GONE!" I could have puked. Her cries and screams were warranted to the fullest. Trying to imagine the pain that she was experiencing from this injury.. I can't. Kennedy is balling. Brendon is upstairs trying to find the tooth. I'm trying to keep myself from nervously laughing and sobbing. My two year old is toothless and will be toothless for years to come.
And thus ensued more panic and hysteria. Rushing around gathering the few things I need to get out of the house and take her to the emergency room. The amount of blood.. I think I've outlined that for you. Her entire tooth down to the root came out. At this point I'm imaging the worst case scenario for her gums/pallet and it's too hard for me at this moment to fully investigate the extent of the damage. She's crying for her paci which now she definitely cannot have.
Ready and flying to the hospital in my car I call up the grandparents to give them a run down and see if my mom wants to keep me company. At this point I'm not sure what I was assuming was going to happen but I imagined that we were going to have a very long night.
We get to the hospital, get checked in and wait. Piper is doing really well. She amazingly fell asleep on the way to the hospital but she does not want to be let go or for anyone to touch her. Getting her on the scale was murder and when they took her blood pressure you would have thought they were cutting off her arm. We see the doctor, and boy was that fun. It's always horrible when you're used as the force to keep your kids still for what they think is torture. The bleeding still hasn't fully stopped and the doctor says she is going to page the on call pediatric dentist to assess whether or not she is going to need a stitch for the slight tear in her gum.
In the meantime she is content watching Zootopia with granny on repeat and being an artist.
Phew, the dentist came and Piper was totally thrilled about it. He told us that she did not need a stitch. Well, he actually said it would just end up being too traumatic to even attempt and I appreciated his honesty. So, we just had to wait to see how the bleeding was after she had something to eat and drink. Luckily it had stopped enough to warrant a safe discharge with instructions to watch it and have her eat a soft food diet over the next few days. And no straws or paci. Ah, yes sounds like a walk in the park to me.
(Which, during this time I ordered Jimmy John's and it took them 40 minutes. Out of all the times we really could've used some comfort food you take more than 10 minutes? Thanks universe.)
After roughly 6 hours from incident to ER and home it's just about 11pm and Piper has calmed down, almost fully to her normal self. I take her into the playroom to see if she's able to tell me what happened. She promptly states, "wood." I ask her if she can tell me what happened next. She said, "window."
You guys. The nausea was back. On the windowsill there are two perfect impressions of her front teeth. Kennedy saw the aftermath of her fall, the last bit where she likely knocked into the toy. I imagine that the boards of wood (we found that they are very slick on top of each other; like ski's on snow) slipped just right and threw her entirely off balance and she collided into the window before she had time to catch herself.
Kennedy was so upset and worried about her little sister the entire time we were gone and she took the time to make Piper a note and thoughtfully attached it to her crib for her to see when she got back. Overall Piper is okay; we have a follow up visit with a dentist to discuss 'space maintenance' and to assess her other front tooth which is currently a little wiggly. Something we're told is normal after a trauma but to mind it's color.
Right now my thoughts are all related to vanity. My beautiful little girl is only going to have one front tooth for years to come. I'm hoping that other kids don't make fun of her. Be forewarned that I am the only one that gets to call her a hobo, pirate, or Jack-o-lantern! Finding the humorous silver lining has helped and also thinking of all the other outcomes that we were lucky enough to avoid. Also, there are so many parents that deal with so much worse when it comes to their children to I'm really remembering to be thankful.
Also, Kennedy seems absolutely terrified to lose a tooth now and I'm sure we're going to have many more talks about how baby teeth come out.
What is the tooth fairy's going rate these days?
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