Last night, I was playing and generally enjoying life. All of a sudden, my foot slipped, and I hit my mouth on the edge of the rocking footstool. Mommy was right there, and as soon as I started crying, she was there to hold me and comfort me. After my crying settled down a bit, she asked if she could look at my mouth. I sat up a little, and lo and behold, there was blood all over her shirt! Mommy was very worried. Daddy came to the rescue with a paper towel to wipe away some of the blood so he could try to see what was actually bleeding. I thought that was funny, and took the paper towel from him, and started wiping my own face. They didn't figure out for awhile what it was, but later discovered I was bleeding around the gum line of my front teeth.
All seems to be well today, really no swelling or bruising, and my teeth didn't fall out in the night.
*Mommy had a fake tooth for awhile as a small child for knocking out her front tooth on a barber's chair. She had visions of little fake baby teeth last night.
So we survived, and I actually got over it very quickly, all things considered. It was the most blood Mommy had ever seen me produce. Ugh.
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