The plan today was to write about Attachment Parenting. It's been on my mind a lot lately and I've been trying to arrange my thoughts into some semblance of a coherent post. But, it's not going to get written today. My mind is focused on Little One and her teeth.
Remember me telling you that she might lose 1-4 baby teeth? (For the whole story, go here.) Well, things were looking good. The bruising lessened. Her teeth felt firmly planted in her gum. We've even brushed her teeth properly. She started eating normal foods again this weekend and now those front teeth look crooked and weird. I finally reached in her mouth today and one of the front ones wobbles terribly.
I panicked. My calm and cool in the face of emergencies still hasn't returned. If you see it somewhere, please send it home, because I really miss feeling calm and cool and collected when things look bleak. So, I panicked and I called the pediatric dentist who said to put her back on soft foods for a month. A month.
He also suggested calling the oral surgeon to see if the teeth could be saved, but we're probably talking about root canals - on a 2.5 year old. It would require general anesthesia. On a 2.5 year old. And lots of pain for several days. And lots and lots of money. But, I made an appointment with the oral surgeon, just for a consultation.
I tried calling Darling, but he wasn't available. I decided to call the orthodontist and the speech therapist to get more opinions. Going to great lengths makes no sense unless not having those teeth will make a big difference in her future life. The orthodontist said if she loses all four teeth that she'll just have a gappy smile longer and her permanent teeth might come in sooner, neither of which are bad things. The speech therapist said if she's already articulating her sounds then losing her teeth won't necessarily wreck her speech.
So. Darling and I just need to sit down and talk about it. I can't see putting a toddler under general anesthesia just to save a few baby teeth she will definitely lose in a few years. Darling might have another perspective. Making big decisions can't happen until we talk and I'll feel a little at odds and ends until we talk. In the meantime, here I am, blathering on about it.
Little One doesn't have much of an appetite today. She acts like herself. She doesn't appear to be hurting. Me, on the other hand, I'm a little sick at heart and a little sick to my stomach. I realize in the big scheme of things, this is not a big deal. I get that. I do. I know there are things that would make me wish we were only talking about losing a few teeth. But, like I tell people about grieving, emotions are emotions and you can't compare your hurt and ache to others. Mama Worry is Mama Worry.