Oh The Horror...

Ever since Bryce and I even CONSIDERED having children, the thought of them breaking or chipping their teeth has haunted me.


Why? Because Bryce broke his front teeth 3 times before he was even 3. Scares the poop out of ya, doesn't it?


When Piper kept bashing her teeth, I thought for sure they were going to break or fall out. Nah. They just turned a different color and are crooked now. Still cute and still stand-able.


But this, sigh, this makes me sick:



Yep. Big ole' chip out of the front tooth of my sweet Scarly. Oh the horror when I saw that it was chipped. And if I had known Saturday night to look for the missing part, they could've glued it back on. But I didn't notice for a whole freakin' day! 'Cause she's a baby! She doesn't smile with her teeth yet. And they're still growing in! She only has 6 (had??? I guess it's 5 1/2 now).


The dentist said she was really lucky because the chip almost got to her nerve. Then, it would have been a lot worse than it is now. They can cap it, but Bryce and I decided to wait until she's 2 and a little more steady on her feet.


I've been calling her "Chippy" to try and lighten my sorrow...but I don't think it's working. Every time I see the chip, I want to start crying. Thankfully, I have a friend who is well-versed in the sorrow of baby teeth; you should check THIS out.


We were at a friend's house when she was toddling around, fell down and started crying. I immediately handed her over to Daddy when I saw her lip was bleeding. But it wasn't just a bloody lip...it was a gash. It was nasty to look at and I felt horrible for her. Did I even think of looking at her teeth? No!


So, I'm hoping that over the next few days "Chippy" will grow on me.