A trip to the dentist

Bridget seems to have a problem staying upright on the hardwood floors. I can remember at least five times now that she has come around the corner and just wiped out. It is always the same, face first, flat on the floor. She always comes up bleeding. Each time I panic. I think. Oh God, please let her teeth still be there. Well, yesterday it happened again. There was a lot of bleeding again. I got her in the bathroom and got a washcloth and tried to figure out where the blood was coming from. Last time she split her bottom lip open. I could tell right away that it wasn't coming from her lip. I thought, oh no, this is it, she knocked it out this time. So I finally get her calm enough to see in her mouth and the teeth are all still there. Whew! Then I notice all the blood is coming from around the gums around her front two teeth. Oh no! I touch them and they wiggle. Oh no! Now I panic some more.

Oh, and at the same time, Becca is crying and screaming her head off because I was using this washcloth to clean Bridget up and Becca didn't get it. She was screaming "Mommy, don't make Bridgy eat the cloth!"

So I am a little freaked out that Bridget's teeth are going to fall out, she is crying, Becca is screaming. I convince Becca to bring me the phone. I call my dentist office. They do not react like this is the emergency that I think it is. I mean, they could hear the screaming, what is wrong with them? So my sister works for a dentist. I call there. Kristin says the dentist will take a look at her, bring her in. We get dressed and drive over to Lee's Summit. Kristin took a a couple x-rays and the dentist checks out her mouth. The teeth are loose, but no apparent damange. He says the teeth should tighten back up in a couple days. Whew! I am so relieved.