All is Well

Lilly's tooth is going to be okay!  

Our amazingly sweet dentist x-rayed it and told us the happy news that the tooth was not damaged-- at all!  She needs to be careful for a few weeks, and it may turn dark and then turn back white [kind of like a bruise,] but it should be just fine.  

The Sunny Side:  

I am so thankful for the power of the priesthood.  I am thankful for a faithful husband and an kind home teacher who always comes running.  It is so sunny, I gotta wear my shades!  

Ouch!

Lilly had a bad fall on the tile last night. She and Nicky were running [yes, running in the house... hmm... gee, we should have a rule about running in the house... oh yeah... WE DO!] to the bathroom to brush their teeth, and they collided and Lilly ended up on the bottom with one of her sweet pearly white front teeth on the bathroom tile!

She had blood all over her face at first, which freaked me out, but we have had several mouth accidents so I knew that it was probably just her mouth. Upon inspection, not only was her lip split and swollen, but her tooth was hanging down a few millimeters, and tipped in a bit!

We have the best dentist ever who has an emergency number, and I couldn't believe how quickly he got back to me! He told me to try to push it back up into place. With orajel, tylenol and motrin I was able to ease it back up about half way back into place, and after John [who rushed home from home teaching] and our sweet home teacher gave her a blessing, John was able to ease it back a little bit further.

Hopefully she will not lose the tooth. I know that it is a minor thing compared to lots of things-- especially at her age kids will start loosing teeth soon, but it just made me sad because she said, '...but I won't be pretty!' [maybe we tell her she is cute too much, but she is a tiara-wearing princess every day of the week!]

Anyway, she was going to visit the dentist today anyway, so he is going to x-ray it. She slept all the way through the night, so her pain must not be bad.

The Sunny Side: It is a baby tooth that is bound to be falling out in the next couple of years. She didn't cut all the way through her lip. We have the priesthood for blessings.

One Stitch, Two Stitch, Red Stitch, Blue Stitch

After 5 long days of, "don't touch it, stop pulling it, leave it alone, I know that you don't want cream on it, leave your bandaid on!... please" Nicky finally got his stitches out!

As you can see by the photo, he got quite a bit of bruising about 2 days later. He looks really beat up and everyone always does a double-take and looks me over really well! It's so uncomfortable.


The removal was not uneventful (of course) and he had to be restrained and laid on while they removed the stitches. It is healed well, but started to bleed again, so I asked them to glue it with the Dermabond. I just knew that he would pick at it, so more restraining and screaming followed. UGH.
However, the volunteer felt so sorry for him that he managed to score a super tractor!


Me and the other man in my life.


Our deal was that after we got his stitches out that we would go to get a treat at the cafeteria and then ride the elevator! Nicky got chocolate milk, a donut and Froot Loops! What did I get? It doesn't matter... I am sure that it was healthly. ;-)

Safety Bear!

Imagine our delight to find Safety Bear and his policeman friend doing a song and dance number in the atrium!


Nicky got to meet Safety Bear, and yes, I got credit for hooking him up!
Gotta love it.

Stitches for the Little Man

Tempests and Tragedies!

Friday evening Nicky was playing with his big sisters, and despite precautionary pillows placed around the room, Nicky was able to smash his nose right into the window sill! Please see exhibit 1 for frontal view.


Exhibit 1.

The stitching was a basic nightmare. He got three of them. The poor little guy was hurting so bad, but he was very brave and super sweet. He would scream and scream during the most hurtful times, and when the wound technician would dab something on that felt good (I guess a topical numbing agent??) Nicky would say, "That makes me happy" to him. Melted our hearts!

Exhibit 2 is found below. It is the closeup of the tear in his nostril.

Exhibit 2.

Our little Nicky also had to have x-rays which resulted in another traumatic scream-fest. Thankfully though, he has no obvious breaks.

I thought that it was uncanny that I was journalling Lilly's illness and about 8 hours later I found myself back in the same ER. It was upsetting, but I knew that it was just a procedure and that he would be fine. For this, I am supremely thankful.

The sunny side is that Nicky didn't hit his eyes or teeth. It could have been much worse.