yes, i’ve skipped a couple of weekly updates in a row, but you were expecting that so dont act all surprised. i’m back now, so chill.

so, with the long absence in mind i was planning to have a big ol’ compendium of zoo pictures and other assorted cuteness to post. alas, fate and caroline had other plans.

a few weeks ago, caroline had her first major “accident report” come home from daycare. she was outside on the playground acting like she was too old for the little kids in her class and evidently decided the best way to prove her big-kiddedness was to ride a tricycle around in front of the other kids. it came to light later that she’s been riding tricycles for some time without telling us (just like she was walking at daycare for two weeks before she decided to let us in on the secret) but on this particular day she somehow fell forward off of it and bumped her head on the concrete. she reportedly cried for a minute or two and then demanded to be let back into the playground. she was totally fine by the time i picked her up. all in all, a pretty mild incident.

i should have known what was coming.

last monday, caroline went for another accident report, and managed to take the whole phenomenon to a totally new level. here is what i was initially told: caroline was playing on the slide and fell face-first into the stairs. she busted her lip and it looks like she broke at least one tooth off, but we can’t see much right now because of all the blood. oh, and we can’t find the tooth.

miraculously avoiding acquiring a single speeding ticket, i arrived at the daycare a dozen or so seconds later. caroline was depositing onto a teacher a prodigious amount of a viscous fluid composed of equal amounts of snot, blood, and tears. it was heartbreaking.

luckily and quite randomly, i had a tube of orajel in my pocket. after i coated her pacifier with it and popped it back in her mouth, she calmed down quickly. by the time i got to the car with her, she was pointing and laughing at a very affronted-looking squirrel.

she laughed and talked most of the way to the ER, and in the waiting room she spent the first ten minutes walking around, laughing at the crying babies, and bleeding slowly but methodically down her dress.

then, horror of horrors, the nurses tried to WEIGH HER! as per the usual, she started screaming bloody murder as soon as she realized what was about to happen. the difference between this and her usual doctor’s-office-weigh-in was of course that she WAS bleeding. and as soon as she started screaming she ripped her pacifier from her mouth, aggravating the wound and starting a massive outflow of additional blood which soon covered most of her face.

can you guess when mommy walked into the emergency room?


so that was nice.

anyway, it transpired that only one tooth was gone and her lip was not busted at all. we spent most of the next 5 hours in an examination room being told by 3 doctors and 2 nurses that this was more of a dentist thing and that there wasn’t much they could do, but we should really x-ray her chest in case the tooth got into her lung. after more than 3 hours of this, one of the doctors decided that she would actually go and ORDER the x-ray, just for a change of pace. and then after another hour or so, just when i was about to go find some dont-pass-out food, i happened upon the same doctor in the hallway and, after i asked her when the x-rays might get done, she actually DID order said x-rays. 30 minutes later we were in the car, having been assured that there was no tooth on the x-ray.

here is caroline somewhere in the middle of this ordeal, finally consenting to pose a bit:

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and a closerup:

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and a meta-picture of me taking a picture of caroline’s mouth:

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so the next day when took her to her newly-acquired pediatric dentist, a fantastic individual whose name completely escapes me at the moment. but i will tell you the thing that impressed me most about this guy. caroline, like riley, has a mortal fear of anyone in a labcoat, or any place that makes her think she might be in a place of medicine. but this guy… this brilliant dentist… DOESNT WEAR a coat! amazing! and you know what? she cried during the x-ray and any other time she was being handled by the labcoated nurses, but she didn’t utter a peep the whole time Dr. Shirt-and-Pants was poking around in her mouth. a genius, i tell you.

anyway, after they heard about the Case of the Missing Tooth, the detectives set to work. i figured they were going to have to go fishing for it and maybe x-ray her digestive tract or something, but in fact they found it almost immediately. turns out, we hadn’t looked in the most obvious place for a tooth to be: her mouth!

ok, so it wasn’t quite that simple. her tooth was not in fact visible to the naked eye, but it showed up nice and neat on the x-ray… pushed back up into her skull. evidently she fell straight downward and just shoved the baby tooth right up into the cavity that is currently occupied by still-forming permanent teeth. according to the dentist this is not entirely rare, and since it went up nice and straight, there is a very high chance that it will, with time, just pop right back out where it used to be. i still haven’t decided if the content of this paragraph is more neat than gross, but its certainly darned interesting.

so we were told to come back in 4 weeks to make sure things are still going ok, told to clean the wound once a day for the next week, and warned that she should probably stick to soft foods for the week in case she ripped the wound back open, though she would probably be careful on her own. i kinda laughed at the soft foods thing (as did caroline) but vowed to give it a try.

right afterwards we went to lunch at this great mexican place that cousin loula introduced us to recently, thinking that she could maybe eat some beans. and of course, caroline dove headfirst into the chips and salsa, determined to prove that she was invincible. the hardness of the chips and the acidity and heat of the salsa left her devastated:

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orrrrr maybe she ate everything she could reach and laughed at the very idea of mushy, painless beans. i don’t remember signing up to raise a female rambo, but then again i tend not to read the fine print.

anyway, that’s more or less it. we spent the remainder of the week trying to baby her at least a little bit, and she spent the rest of the week resisting all such attempts. we went to lafayette for the 5K thing this weekend, and i think she’d completely forgotten about it all. here she is saturday at yet another mexican restaurant (except this one serves pupusas!):

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she fell on monday, was in the dentist tuesday, was back at daycare wednesday, on the playground thursday, and on the slide friday. lesson learned?

i sure hope not.

3 Responses to “all i want for christmas is my one front toof”
  1. mom says:

    still amazing; pictures make me hurt. I don’t see how she could eat all that I saw her eat. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would wonder what trick you had used for the pictures. Mom. PS Next post should include new stroller pictures.

  2. mom says:

    i’m waiting for more pictures, mom

  3. mom says:

    what’s taking so long, don’t need a novel, just a few words and pictures, mom