I so deserve this award. NOT!! Why? Well, here’s the story.
Ethan and Madi are rough-housing in Madi’s room. I hear a thud, and then Madi comes running in saying Ethan hit her in the head with his tooth. He’s whining a little, and she’s bawling like the world is ending. I just send them in separate rooms. Ethan’s smacked his mouth on Madi’s head so often that I didn’t think anything of it. Yeah, we know how that always ends up.
Well, later on, Ethan comes in, hands covered in blood, and blood around his face. I panic because I forgot about the head meets mouth incident. I take him into the bathroom and clean him up. I do it in ours because theirs is covered in baby wipes where he tried to clean himself (that just makes me feel so much worse on other levels). I clean off the blood, and no marks on his hands. Then it clicks in that he hit his head on Madi’s. I check his mouth. Top left front tooth wiggles. Oh, lovely.
I attempt to stay calm and clean his mouth. He’s just a little shaky from nerves, nowhere near as bad as me. He looks okay. I call Josh. He suggests a Popsicle (the ones in the plastic casing, frozen koolaid, basically). Then he calls back and says “I meant ice cream”. Well, they both already were eating the Popsicle, so I left it at that. He also suggest brushing his teeth to see if that helps keep the tooth in place. No idea why that would work, but oh well.
Well, after the Popsicle was gone, I took Ethan to the bathroom. Cleaned up the wipes because I remembered them after freaking out. Well, the toothbrushes still had the covers from the trip. Yes, we had other toothbrushes, but I didn’t even think of those. If only I had. Well, I went to pull the cap, and when it gave … I smacked Ethan with my pointer knuckle … into his tooth!!
So, it is now wedged between the two teeth on either side. It’s a little loose, but doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.
The mom of the year award? Passed over once again.