Over the summer, I randomly noticed Emory's bottom middle tooth was a little discolored. When I asked him what happened to it, he gave me several different stories. I sent a picture of the tooth to my brother, Deric, who is in dental school and my brother in law, Brad, who is an oral surgeon. Both said I should have a dentist check it out. We went to the dentist on Wednesday and he said it was deteriorating from the inside out, probably from being hit on something. I'm guessing it was from him trying to separate legos with his teeth! He said it could break off while eating but more than likely will just fall out on it's own. He wasn't too concerned though since it is the first baby tooth you loose anyways around age 5 or 6.
Two days later, Dustin and Emory were messing around and Emory hit his mouth on Dustin's foot. Emory was crying big time and came over with blood all in his mouth. His tooth broke in half! The top part fell right off and the bottom was still in his gums. I got an emergency appointment at the dentist and quickly rushed over. We were on our way when Jeremy suggested I just wait and call Brad. Before heading back home, I pulled into a parking lot and climbed in the back seat with Emory to try and send pictures of the tooth to Brad.
Poor little Emory. In all this chaos, he was a bit overlooked. With his big alligator tears on his check I asked him how he was doing. He softly and genuinely asked me, "Am I going to die?" I said, "No honey. Why do you think you're going to die?" He responded, "Because I think I swallowed the tooth." After reassuring him that it was no problem and wouldn't hurt him one bit, I explained that we'll need to go to the dentist and have him take a look at the tooth again. I said he'll probably have to pull the tooth out so it won't hurt him anymore and he'll give him some medicine to help him feel better. Then, he said the sweetest thing that made my Mommy heart just melt. He said, "Mom, thanks for giving me all of this love." I could have died. I felt so bad for him. Everything happened so quickly and no one took the time to explain anything to him or see how he was doing. After that conversation, I could just see him breath and relax back to his normal self. Poor guy just needed is worries and concerns validated just like anyone else would.
We ended up going back to the dentist that afternoon and he did pull the tooth. They put numbing gel on before giving him a numbing shot. Then just wiggled and pulled it out. Emory was a champ the whole time, the dentist was very impressed. He was so brave.
The best part was Emory got to learn about the tooth fairy who gave him $1 that night. He used his money to buy a pretty cool nurf gun a few days later. After that, he quickly became very interested in money! Over the weekend he somehow convinced Dustin to give him another dollar and the weekend after that he convinced his Primary teacher to give him another dollar if he was good during the Primary program! Little business man!