So, Monday morning– Taft kicks Trey (this is not that unusual, I have four boys who are generally involved in some kind of tumble right?) After school, Trey says "my tooth hurts" I say sure it does, you got kicked in the mouth. Tuesday morning, Trey says "my tooth hurts" I say, yep — it’s probably bruised or something." Tuesday after school, Trey says "I couldn’t concentrate on math because my tooth hurts" I say "Ok, here’s some Tylenol." Trey goes to bed and wakes up just as I’m settling down — guess what he says? "My tooth hurts," to which I reply "Here’s some Tylenol, now go back to bed." Wednesday morning, Trey says "Mom, I need more Tylenol" so, we’re making the exchange a bit shorter now. Wednesday after school, Trey says "Mom, I couldn’t even play on the playground, because my tooth really hurts — my teacher told me to rinse my mouth. I told her I needed some Tylenol and she told me to tell my mom when I get home. So, I need some Tylenol" I think to myself, we should stop by and ask our friend Mark, the dentist what he thinks could be going on — unfortunately I don’t act on this. Thursday a.m. at 3:00a.m., Trey is standing by my bed "I can’t even sleep mom, my tooth REALLY hurts!!!!" At this point, I give Trey Motrin Jr. (an extra hefty dose) and decide perhaps I should call the dentist. Long story shorter …. we saw two dentists yesterday afternoon and Trey is scheduled for a tooth extraction at 11:00 this morning. Can you believe it — he is having his permanent tooth (front and center) extracted because when his little brother kicked him, he kicked him "just so" and killed his young and impressionable and apparently "not-quite-permanent" tooth, which has now begun to abscess.
He will need to perfect this closed-mouth smile — until he is about sixteen!!
He told me yesterday, full of novocaine that he will have a great story to add to his comedy routine. I agreed.
please note: It does not mention anything about my laissez-faire approach to tooth pain.