Something pretty dramatic and sad happened over the weekend.
My baby girl had a little accident. She was running and tripped over her own feet and fell down flat on her face.
The next moment was a big mess of blood and tears.
She and I headed straight to the emergency room right after that.
The good news is that there were no head injuries or lacerations or stitches needed.
The bad news is that she broke her front tooth.
It was a pretty major chip so they could not save the tooth. So they removed it. They tried to cheer us up saying that it’s just her milk tooth. A new one will be along in a few ‘short’ years.
I think I’m the one who is most devastated over the whole thing.
The scenes from my first baby’s major scar kept replaying in my mind over and over. And layered over that were more replays of my own accident (item #3 in this post) involving the loss my front tooth.
A hundred whys flashed across my mind.
A thousand ‘should haves’ repeated in my head
And a searing angry pain just kept gripping my heart.
In between there are moments when it all seems okay. After all, in the bigger scheme of things, this is just so small and inconsequential. “It’s just one little tooth” I tell myself, “It’ll grow back in no time”.
She of course, doesn’t mind one single bit.
After my baby got home from the hospital and had a rapturous greeting with her big brother who had just arrived home from school, Nathan said to me…
“Mummy, Grace is so beautiful.”
And I cried. Because it was so, so true.
I guess we’ll just be singing this song for a few extra Christmases for Grace.