“don’t call it a comeback.”

FAMILY, MOTHERHOOD

As some of you already know, Blythe took a tire swing (carrying Liam) to the face LL Cool J style last week. Convinced her tooth was lodged somewhere in her bleeding, oversized lip, we made our first trip ever to the ER. Thankfully, Kristen and Tim stayed with the other kids. Mark left school to meet me at the hospital, and after our first of two hours in the “wait patiently” room (as he called it) laden with a groaning man, a convict (with three accompanying cops), and all sorts of people appearing to be near death, Mark decided we should just go home where he and Tim could remove the tooth in garage. Tim called 5 minutes later; he had come to the same conclusion. Blythe, when you get older and are mad at me for some reason, just remember — I saved you from exploratory surgery in the garage by Dad and Tito. It would have been fruitless anyway; the tooth was long gone. Here’s a picture of our now toofless warrior after coming home from the ER.

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  1. We got a new book for Christmas–Ladybug Girl and Bumblebee Boy–and at one point Ladybug Girl and Bumblebee Boy pretend a tire swing is a monster and they attack it. Bumblebee Boy stings it repeatedly with his stinger. I think reading it might give Blythe some satisfaction.

    The ER in any given hospital in any given city is a microcosm of all that is wrong in the world.

  2. Poor baby! Be glad it’s gone. When I was little I hit my tooth on the sidewalk playing leap frog and it turned black. Much classier to just not have one at all!

  3. it is not “operating” when you are this gifted with a pair of pliers, it is “art”.

    honestly though, i lost my nerve when she came in the kitchen screaming. i couldn’t have done it in that moment.

    So glad she is back in action. It takes a lot more than that to keep her down.

  4. Ouch! This makes me cringe so badly. I always was afraid of being hit in the face, which is why I didn’t play any sports. I am grateful that none of the boys ever had that, just split open chins.
    Blythe, be thankful that Mom was on your side! Dad and Tito, get a grip. Shudders run up my spine at the thought of you two “operating”.

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