While getting E-dude's shoes off, G-Man was climbing on the lounge chair behind me. Suddenly, a screaming cry. Little G-Man had done a face plant into the concrete. Sigh.
I picked him up, held him tightly, and fished out some wipes to clean up the blood on his lip. And he kept crying. And bleeding. It took me a few minutes to register that he had not simply cut his lip...he cut his gums.
Above his big tooth-big gash. (Gross picture at end of post)
And it was bleeding all over the place. Good grief do mouth injuries bleed. Little man missed swim as we tried to stop the bleeding-which took a little while but thankfully stopped. Teeth still in place and no wiggling.
We got home, had some popsicles and I got a good look at his mouth. And like any mom...panicked. I took pictures, called his pediatrician, and a pediatric dentist. Based on my description, the pediatrician said we could bring him in or wait to see if it improved. They assured me gum injuries healed quickly and just to watch to make sure it was healing. I wasn't assured.
The very kind assistant at the dentist said something similar but welcomed me to send her a picture so she could let me know if the dentist felt he should be seen.
I could mention that G-Man was in great spirits and taking full advantage of the popsicle angle. Other than his mouth hurting, he didn't seem to be bothered.
The dentist felt that as long as the tooth wasn't loose and G-Man wasn't complaining, to just let it heal and keep an eye on it.
That finally made me feel better. At least for the moment. Because we all know that this is the easy stuff. All parents of older boys give me that look and say "just get used to it." But...does anyone really get used to it?