Ouch...

My poor girl fell on Wednesday night.  I could tell she'd done some damage to her teeth.  Took her to the dentist first thing yesterday.  The dentist took one look at her and said she'd never seen anything like it in 25 years of practice, and an oral surgeon would be required.  Of course, since it was an accident, medical insurance, not dental, would take it.  Well, none of the oral surgeons take medical insurance, so I had to go to the ER.  We have a local university, so went there to get further referred to the dental school.  Although it sounds bad, I have to say they were remarkably efficient in most places. 

She had basically landed straight on her teeth, and pushed three of the baby teeth clear up into her gums.  They were even with the un-erupted front teeth, so they were way up there.  She'd fractured the root on one of them, too.  After multiple people taking a look, the general consensus was that all of the damaged baby teeth had to come out, even the canine and molar, which she normally wouldn't have lost until about age 12.  The extraction was definitely not fun for anyone involved.  She had been so brave up to that point, and just lost it.  It was breaking my heart listening to her scream and cry.

I kept her home from school again today, she's at grandma's.  Her face is still very swollen. She's now missing five teeth on top, and two on bottom.  Guess some milkshakes are in her future. 

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