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Sweetie had another minor meltdown yesterday morning regarding teeth. This time, it was the top tooth and it was so loose she couldn’t chew. Which led to the breakfast breakdown – and she promptly asked for waffles. Which led to another breakdown when I tried to explain those wouldn’t be any better.
So she started up a video game and I started up LOTRO, and suddenly she rushes over “Momma! I lost ANOTHER TOOTH!” as though we didn’t all know it was incredibly loose, but a miracle that it suddenly was out. This one didn’t bleed at all, which made it even better.
We placed the tooth in the official tooth box:
… and forgot about it until later that evening. We were driving to Sweetie’s favorite restaurant “Bacado” (not to celebrate the tooth, just because we were craving mexican). We started going there when she was a tiny baby, and when she started eating solids, we would order her sliced avocado — and that became the name of the restaurant. As in: “I want to eat Bacado!”
She was talking with Buddy about something in the back seat, and I started to giggle. She had just said something like, “… and basthically that persthon wasth sthoooo tired!” It was so adorable I said, “Hey, you haven’t called Grammy and Poppa yet!” So she called and told Grammy all about it and how “it didn’t bleed A BIT!” and Grammy got to hear the lispy-ness of 1 less tooth.
I’m now the proud owner of a temporary veneer and cap. I go back on June 4th to get the permanent ones.
The last time I had my cap put on, my dentist bonded the other “big” tooth to match. She did an awesome job, but after 12+ years, they were past their prime. My current (and new) dentist suggested a veneer for the other tooth – it’s like a cover… not quite a cap. Since that required reducing that tooth’s size by a milimeter or two, it was sore that night and the next day.
So, how did I crack my tooth to start with? I was a kid – 10-ish I think – and I was playing with my little brother (6-ish) and we were in our “climbing tree.” I decided to jump out, but I was holding something in my hands. When I jumped my head went down, hands came up and crack – right in the face. It was bonded until a year before we got married, and EGlenn’s dad put the first cap on for me. About 4 years later I got the new cap with the extra bonding on the other tooth.
I was sitting at the computer after dinner tonight, and it felt like I had something on the back of my top front tooth. We had sandwiches with shredded lettuce, so I was thinking that might be it. I reached back and scratched at it a couple of times, and snap! It was actually a crack in my crown. And the crown fell off in one nice piece (ok – 2 from the crack).
I don’t have a dentist! I’ve been meaning to get a new one here in Smyrna, but kept putting it off. I haven’t been to my old dentist in about 3 years. It’s awful, I know – I’m usually really good about that.
Sigh.
So, now I have to wait and see if the dentist group I was hoping to get with can help me out… they open at 730am, so we’ll wait and see.
I’d take a picture, but it hurts when the air hits it. Maybe I’ll do it later.
How am I going to sleep? How can I drink something to take some pain killer?
And, to top it all off, tomorrow is Tuesday – our busy day!
Okay… enough complaining. Got it out there and off my chest.
When I update, I’ll tell the wonderful story of how the tooth got broken in the first place! 
