We had a tough few days in the Leddy house. Last Sunday we went to Florence to see Carrie in her new apartment. (Side note: I am so proud of Carrie. She started her new job at University of North Alabama and has a great set up for herself. She has worked hard and it is paying off!) As we were leaving her apartment for lunch, Morgan tripped and fell on the sidewalk. She was crying a bit, but I didn't think too much of the fall. It just didn't look that bad from where I was standing. Jeff picked her up and I noticed a little blood on her chin so we turned around to clean her up before we headed out again. After just a few seconds the bleeding stopped and Morgan wasn't crying anymore. I think she was just scared more than anything. She then gave me a big smile and said, "Thank you Mommy." And I freaked out. Her front tooth was shattered. It seems she caught herself with her tooth on the concrete. She wasn't upset at all so I tried to calm down. After many frantic phone calls we decided nothing could be done from Florence on a Sunday.
We headed home with my stomach in knots. Our dentist made a call and got an appointment with Dr. Johnson in Tupelo on Monday. After he looked at her and took some xrays, he told us the tooth would have to come out and he would see us on Tuesday to do it. I was a mess. I just didn't want Morgan to be scared or in pain anymore. Even though she didn't seem to be in either of those situations, I am a worrier and I can't help it.
On Tuesday we packed the car so we could head to the beach following her appointment. We got there and the nurse gave us Morgan's medicine. This was to sedate her and help her forget what was going on. We also had to sign a waiver saying they could restrain her if needed. I was a wreck. Especially when Morgan spit out part of her medicine and we were not able to give her any extra! But fortunately, it worked just fine! Morgan was all giggly and couldn't walk! It really was funny to watch her. They took her back and she was a champ. I was so proud. She did better than me! They didn't have to restrain her at all. She got a movie, some ear phones and the gas and she was good to go! The tooth came out in three pieces without any problems. It took just a few minutes.
After our ordeal, we got some ice cream and headed to the beach! When Morgan woke up she was in her happy place, all forgotten. She would tell you that she had a boo boo on her tooth and that the doctor fixed it. That night as we were brushing her teeth, I put her in front of the mirror to show her that it was gone. I thought this would be hard for her to understand but again I underestimated her. She looked at it and said, "It's all better!" And that was that.
I've always said that Morgan looks just like Carrie. Now she does even more! Except Carrie knocked out her four front teeth at the age of 3. She must be an overachiever!
The damage
The result
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