Sashimi & Keesadilla have a habit of ignoring me. They love to listen to me when I say things like “Who wants a freezie?” or “Anyone want to have a bubble bath?” When I say things like “Don’t do that!” or “Someone is going to get hurt!” or “Stop smelling each other’s bums!” no one listens. It’s all fun and games until someone farts.
Or breaks a tooth in Bouncy World.
Bouncy World is a place where the boys take all of the couch cushions off and place them all around the living room. They then bounce from cushion to cushion. It is the closest approximation they get to having their very own jumpy castle.
Normally, Bouncy World is risky, but only risky in the “have your parents sign these waivers” risky. Not “please leave your Alberta Health Care Number with the cashier for when she inevitably calls 911,” risky. This time, Sashimi decided to create “Bouncy World Table Jumping.” It sounds dangerous already, doesn’t it? No amount of motherly warnings could deter these boys from this amazingly fun game.
The boys jumped from the coffee table onto the cushions, and then on cushions all around the coffee table, the same table that gave Sashimi two stitches on the back of his head this spring. Keesadilla decided to bounce on one cushion while facing the table. He had a bad bounce. He smacked his chin on the table, pounding his bottom teeth into his top teeth. Instant tears. At first, I could not see any damage. No gushing red stuff, no pieces of tongue hanging off. Slowly, I started to see a bit of red on his bottom tooth. Then I noticed a tiny chip was missing and blood was filling a hairline crack in the tooth. Oh crap. Broken tooth.
I called my mom, who is a dental assistant and was working that day. They managed to squeeze us in for a quick look at the tooth. By then, Keesadilla had stopped crying and the bleeding had stopped. When they got him in the chair under the light, he barely opened his mouth (he is 3, after all) and from what the dentist could see, she thought it was fine, and that the sensitivity would settle down within a few days. No biggie. Keesadilla got his prize from the prize dispenser and we went home.
Well, this morning, he was inconsolable. “It hurts me! Ma dent! It hurts! Bo-bo in my bouche!” I managed to convince him to let me look inside his mouth at the tooth.
The back half of his tooth was missing and I could see right into the middle of the tooth. Was I supposed to see that pink and purply colour there? Pretty sure THAT wasn’t good. And did I mention it was Canada Day, and a Friday, so half the freaking town was gone for the long weekend?
Through my mom’s contacts, I got in touch with one dentist who agreed to meet us and have a look, and one look was all it took: he said there was no fixing it, the tooth has to come out. The nerve is exposed and the tooth is split right down the middle to the gums. And since Keesadilla is 3, the chances of him sitting for freezing and a tooth-yanking are pretty much nil. We could man-handle him into some sort of full-body sleeper hold and do it, but that just doesn’t seem like a very good time.
Now we are waiting to hear back from a dental surgery clinic (500 km) away that does dentistry for kids under general anaesthetic. If they cannot get us in quickly enough, we will have to go the old-school traumatic way and hold my little man down to git’er done. REALLY hoping it does not come to that. If only he would have listened to his Mommy…