A First Time For Something

Tooth Hurty

There was a loud crash from the other room, a little bit of loud crying following. Instantly knowing that something had happened to my son, I moved closer to where the loud noise had come from. Glancing in through the open bedroom door, I couldn't help the small chuckle that came from me. It was surely something to see your four and a half year old on his bedroom floor tangled up in his blankets the first day of his break from school. Composing myself again I walked over and picked up my still crying son. Coming face to face with a small stream of blood coming from an obviously bruised nose and a puffy lip, I moved into the kitchen with the small blonde mess in my arms.

“Now whatever gave you the idea to fall out of bed and get hurt on your first day of break from preschool? Are you trying to scare your dad and I?” Pinching a tissue over his nose, I had handed him an ice cube wrapped in a napkin to hold to his lip. We were both lucky my husband had already left for work a few hours ago, he didn't enjoy the sight of blood too much and would probably try to take everyone to the hospital.

“I fhout I wath weit for scwoll.” Watching the silver eyes glance to the side I couldn't help the smile on my face. At least he’s trying to be punctual and stay in school. It was a bit longer before he was patched up completely, his bottom lip still a little swollen. It was a little later that he actually wanted to eat, asking me to make him toast with honey on it. I was sitting across from him reading a book when I hear a soft whine in pain. Glancing up I saw him with his fingers in his mouth.

“Tord, you know that having your hands in your mouth is disrespectful at the dinner table.”

“My twooth hurt momwy.” Sighing softly I stood from my seat and knelt down next to his seat.

“Let me see what's wrong.” I used the flashlight on my phone to see into my son's mouth, only barely noticing what the issue was. Both the front bottom teeth were loose, probably a result from the tumble he took earlier. Using a napkin to push back against the two small teeth I heard a small whimpered ‘ouch’.

“Looks like you're losing your teeth early. My baby boy’s growing up so fast! Want me to give you the toothache stuff?” Receiving a small nod from the horn-haired boy, he rubbed the small tube of gel and helped with administering it to the proper spot. Breakfast went on without another issue, and I let Tord pull out his Lego's in the living room to build for a while before dinner. Explaining everything that happened to my husband while we fixed supper was fun, I had to move the pot of noodles before our spaghetti ended up a little more salty than we all liked.
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Over the next few days we both had to remind Tord to stop messing with his loose teeth multiple times. It was the day before he would go back to preschool that I heard a shout and then laughter, which was followed by a yell of fear and something heavy falling. Moving into the living room from where I was in the laundry room, I see Paul on the floor as far from Tord as he could while staying in the room.

“What in the world happened in here?”

“Momwy my twoofts fell owt. See!” Crouching down to be eye level with my son, I was given the sight of a small bloody hole in his lower mouth, two small teeth barely the size of the nail on my little finger in his small hand. Taking the two small teeth from him I kissed his forehead softly before picking up Tord to help him wash his mouth out.

“Let's clean your mouth out and put your teeth into a plastic baggy so they don't get lost under your pillow and the tooth fairy can get them okay?” I set him on the counter before getting a cup and putting warm salt water in it to have him clean his mouth out. Watching as he followed my directions, I carefully rinsed off the two teeth before putting them into the plastic bag and told him to put it under his pillow.

“That was so gross Pat. And isn't he too young to lose his teeth?!” Paul had finally gotten off the floor and come to join me in the kitchen.

“Every kid’s different Paul. And anyway it happened to you when you were little so stop being such a big baby, I only agreed to raise one kid not two.” Watching my husband huff, I chuckled as Tord ran back into the room and hugged my leg. It was funny, he would have something to show off at school tomorrow.

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Preschool Tord is so cute! And Tom or Edd are gonna try losing their teeth too after this to show dominance or something.
Paul is squirmy and doesn't like blood or seeing something that would probably hurt lots, while Pat is a tired mom figure to two kids by this point.

I've been listening to “Potential Breakup Song” by Aly & AJ [2007] for the past hour and I'm feeling old. Damn my childhood >~<
~Mari