After chipping her front tooth two years ago and again in April, Elizabeth has managed to lose the whole thing this time. She was out playing in the back yard after her bath, and we think she got her nightgown tangled in the (toddler size) scooter and flipped up over the handle bars, crashing face first and knocking out the entire front tooth, root and all. Derek yelled for me and carried her in crying hard, her mouth full of blood. The dentist on call said there was nothing to be done for the tooth and just to give her a soft/liquid diet today. I’m going to take her in tomorrow to make sure her other teeth are okay and that we don’t need to get stitches or anything for her badly cut lip. She’s holding up pretty well. Derek was pretty shaken, and I’m devastated. Thusfar, applesauce, smoothies, and milkshakes have cheered her up, but she already seems self-conscious about her smile.
Too bad the kids seem to be following my pace of late teething and late permanent teeth.
