Me: "In the back? Open up and let me see."
Tuck: "I think it's bleeding." (opens mouth wide, blood pooling in the back of his mouth)
Me: "Oh. Yes. Wow. Yep. That's bleeding. Let's get you some gauze or a roll of toilet paper."
Tuck: "Nooooo, Mama. You're silly."
Me: (mumbling to self) "Nope...I'm serious."
Last week I wrote a post about the puke-a-thon that happened in our house while Chris was away. As if that wasn't exciting enough, there was also an incident with Tuck's tooth that happened the same exact time Mags started to toss her cookies all over the place. This is how it went down.
Mags puked. Soon after, Tuck presented me with his bloody mouth and piece of what appeared to be his back molar. At some point in the past few months his six-year-old molars had erupted. After explaining to me that he was sitting on the sofa far away from Miss Pukes-A-Lot when he bit down, felt something weird, reached back and pulled out the piece of what he had handed to me. Along with a lot of blood. The mouth bleeds a lot.
After texting and Facebook messaging a few friends (one being a dental hygienist), I was told to have him rinse with salt water and call the emergency number on the dentist's answering machine. I hate emergency numbers because I never know if "my emergency" is good enough. I know. I'm weird. You should have seen me moan and groan about calling the OB/GYN when I was contracting like a mad woman and obviously in active labor. I always feel like I'm bothering people. Again. I'm weird.
Anyway, I called. The dentist was very kind, especially it being a Friday night, and listened to what I described to him. We determined that it was, in fact, from his PERMANENT six-year-old molar. His next words were simple.
"I need him at the office at 8:30AM so I can check him."
We were told to do some more salt water swishing in the meantime. As we're in the bathroom doing this, Mags walks in, leans over the toilet and pukes. I was happy it was at least going in the toilet. Tuck heard the sound and spit out the bloody salt water all over my arm. Mags, thinking she was finished, leaned into me. It turned out she wasn't finished as she began to puke again...all over me.
Short story long, we made it to the dentist in the morning after a very long and puke-tastic night. Mags was hanging over a bucket in the car, but didn't puke the whole drive to the emergency dental visit. The dentist got us right back and took a look at Tuck's tooth. There was a lot of "Hmmm's" and rechecking the piece of "tooth" I had brought in a bag with us. Finally he explained to me what was happening.
It turns out that your jaw bone thins and "shed" to prepare for the permanent molars to erupt. Sometimes, a piece of the shed jaw bone will hitch a ride on the erupting tooth as it moves through the gum. That is what popped out first through Tuck's gum. And because it was a larger piece, it cut his gum up, causing all the blood. The tooth itself looked fine. BIG. HUGE. SIGH. OF. RELIEF. I felt better. Tuck felt better. After a few texts to Chris explaining the situation, he felt better.
And Mags...well...let's just say that bucket came in
handy the whole ride home.