So way back in 2005, my precious little baby face-planted onto the coffee table and knocked her front tooth in.
Mercifully, I did not photograph the summer teeth (some 'er here, some 'er there...) It was frightening. And I have a tooth hangup. Teeth hangup. But here's a picture not long after the face-plant, in all of her 17 month old adorableness:
Here's what it looked like when the summer tooth was all loose and gnarly (she's been babying it for weeks and weeks and weeks, to the point where she doesn't sound different at all now that it's out.)
And THIS is what the little darling looks like today - only 5 years 4 months and 5 days after the face-plant incident (rounding up on hours and minutes and all...)
I can't tell you how relieved I was 5 years ago when the pediatric dentist told me that the tooth would probably be fine, after visiting her every 2 weeks for months after the accident incident . The prescription? Toddler nursing. Breastfeeding promotes optimal mouth development and oral health, and after the face-plant all that Anastasia wanted to do was nurse to feel better. I'm sure that nursing so much helped her tooth re-establish itself as a (admittedly temporary) permanent part of her mouth. Yay breastfeeding! And yay for 6 year old first graders with lost teeth! And yay someone please ping me later this evening to make sure the Tooth Fairy makes her appearance, it's been quite some time since we've needed her here in our house!
 Accident implies negligence, and I was RIGHT THERE. Facing the other way. Which is exactly where I was when she broke her arm at 14 months old. And also when she shoved a lego up her nose at 22 months (though in that case I had been facing her, so I knew what went up there, ewww...) Yes, we did have a "frequent visitor" pass for the ER. 
 No we didn't. I'm just kidding. 
 But wouldn't that be cool? Like having a backstage pass for a concert or something. Might help the crazy adrenaline shakes you get when rushing your baby to the ER. That, or valium. Either one.
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