Just over four years ago, Thomas cut his first tooth. A beautiful left upper incisor. Before the tooth broke through, we had tears (more mine than his), fever, clinginess, pain and lots of sleepless nights. After the tooth broke through there was joy, tears (definitely mine), pancakes, pumpkin fritters and bubbly!
Just over four years later, I got a call from his school to say he’s had an accident. Was speeding on his scooter and fell face first into the tarmac.
The same beautiful tooth we celebrated back then, was now broken in three pieces. His upper lip was cut and he was hysterical.
A quick trip to the doctor revealed that the cut on the lip was superficial – not too deep and definitely not needing stitches.
But the beautiful tooth, oi the tooth. We lost a third of it on the playground, the 2nd third was perilously hanging on to the last third of the tooth that was still firmly attached to his gum.
His dentist was off on the day the accident happened and the oral hygienist we saw thought the tooth would have to be removed. When we returned the next day, the dentist wanted to save the tooth.
That beautiful tooth has now given me more tears (because of what it cost) and is now even more precious (once again the cost!)
R1 200 later, that milk tooth is now fixed up and ready to be pushed out by his permanent tooth next year!