Ugh. My head is in my hands. My little baby chipped one of his two budding teeth. Whaaaa! That’s me crying, not Remy. He cried a little, but not much. I thought it was another of the oh-too-common bumps and scratches that come with stretching one’s boundaries. Then I saw the blood seeping out of his mouth. Sure enough, where there were two little teeth-buds there is now one. Sigh…
I hoped we could get to a couple years at least before we broke something. No such luck. He wasn’t even doing anything strange. Just standing up at the wicker chest in the bedroom chewing on the (not sharp) corner. He looked back to make sure Mommy was watching his mad skills and turned back to reattach his mouth to the chest and bobbled in his balance at the wrong moment.
I’m more traumatized than he is. Right now, Remy is playing with Dad in the living room laughing up a storm. I had to leave because now I’m all nervous nelly watching him. I am NOT going to turn into the worry wort mother. Not. I promise. This is going to be harder than I thought. Oh Remy.
So now his baby teeth will grow in and he’ll have this gap on the bottom front. Ugh! I mean, really…cosmetic dentistry on baby teeth? What’s that going to cost? Whaaaa!!!