In Which I Recount My First Dental Trauma

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Okay, so technically I'm already behind because it's technically the 19th and here I am, posting Day 18 of Blog Every Day in May... but damn it, I'm determined to get it done before I go to bed! I'm just going to pretend that it's still the 18th, okay? Okay.

Today's post assignment was, "Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try to be descriptive about what you remember and how you felt." I have some pretty vivid memories from my childhood, but when I sat down to write this post, I wasn't sure which one to pick. Of course, my most vivid memories are ones with extreme emotions attached to then, and unfortunately, all of my intense emotions in my childhood were related to sadness. My parents separated when I was three and a half, so I don't really remember much about my parents being together. Just today, I was talking with Ken and I mentioned that I had memories of my dad and memories of my mom from when I was about three, but none of the two of them together when I was that old. Odd. 

Anyway,one of the stories I do remember that isn't intensely sad was from when I was about 4 years old. My mom was working at the hospital as a medical technologist, and one of her friends watched us during the day in our house. Our living room, or "Great Room" as it was called, went from the front of the house, all the way to the back wall of the house. I don't remember why I was running from one end of it to the other, but I was. Of course, since I've been a spaz since I was born, effectively, I slipped on something and smashed face first into the wall. Yup, I ran into a wall as a kid. As if that wasn't funny or weird enough, I somehow knocked my front tooth out, root and all. 

So, I was bleeding all over the place, screaming in pain and terror, and could not stop crying. Our sitter called my mom at the hospital to see what we should do (I vaguely remember my tooth being wrapped in paper towel and stuck in a glass of milk, as it we were going to put it back into my head somehow and the calcium in the  milk would help it...? I don't know.) Once it was determined that I was not going to die and that it was useless to go to the dentist, the sitter tried to distract me/calm me down by asking, "Do you know who's going to come tonight?" My first answer was, "Mommy?" to which she replied, "Yes... but... who else?" My next guess, because I had no idea, was, "Santa!?" even though it was nowhere near Christmas... but I was four, who else was going to show up at my house?? The correct answer, of course, was the tooth fairy, but I hadn't ever heard of such a thing, so I said, "WHO!?" and got even more confused and upset. Fortunately, my mom came home and explained the concept to me. I even got a "Tooth Fairy Bear":

This is pretty much what mine looked like.
I wonder where mine is now...

That night, the "tooth fairy" brought me $1.50, which to me, was a TON of money. That was pretty exciting. My tooth eventually did grow in, thank goodness, and I didn't suffer any permanent damage, mentally or physically, haha. Fortunately, the rest of my baby teeth were removed from my skull via the natural method (minus one that had to be pulled and one that didn't have an adult tooth under it, so it stayed with me until I was 18, at which place it was replaced with a bonded bridge). And that's the crazy, ridiculous, story of how I ran into a wall and knocked out a tooth.

Read some other childhood memories here at the link-up!

- A  

1 comment:

  1. Hahaha, I didn't make a post yesterday for the challenge, but if I had done it, I probably would have told my knocking-my-front-teeth-out story too! Go us! We are special, haha. :)


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