I would have probably bet you my first born (sorry Dylan) that Chase would be my first twin to end up in the emergency room. He’s the one always hell bent on climbing, throwing and toppling things.
Sweet, little, angelic Harlowe somehow bumped her mouth into a bench while I was reading my older girls, “A Perfect Picnic” which stars those delightful Sesame Street characters. You know, the liberal ones that like peaceful conflict resolution.
I don’t even think we got half way through their left wing picnic when Harlowe started sobbing. And then as I picked her up, I saw all the blood. And then I noticed that one of her bottom teeth was now jutting forward, horizontally out of her gums.
It was 7:15 a.m.
“Dylan and Summer, GO WAKE UP DADDY. NOW!”
We brought Harlowe to the emergency room where a very nice, energetic oral surgeon pulled out the tooth and stitched her up.
And then she happily passed out.
This is what she looks like now with a bottom tooth missing…
Despite her look of complete angst in this picture, she is doing very well.
Dylan and Summer made her a welcome home sign even though she was only at the hospital for about 3 1/2 hours.
I’m definitely keeping that adorable sign so that some day Rick and I can look at it and say, “Why did she go to the hospital? What happened to her tooth? We can’t even remember.”