Warning for the language-sensitive. You might not want to read the end of this one. But then you'll never know why I titled this post as I did.
Yesterday I saw the therapist again. Because it's the new year and insurance resets at the start of the year, I had the quick punch to the gut in the form of paying $165 for 50 minutes of therapy. After the joy of $9 sessions for the past couple months, it was... unpleasant. But fear not. I'm sure we'll have met our deductible AND out-of-pocket max in just a matter of days at this point and Blue Cross can start picking up the tab again. Anyhow, as I was hobbling back to the cozy couch, my therapist said, "I just want to wrap your whole family in bubble wrap."
Just a couple of hours later, I arrived at daycare to pick up the kidlets and who is right there at the door but my sweet Evelyn, with tears streaming down her face and blood running down her chin. The director greeted me and handed me a little paper cup containing this:
So maybe I should have taken him up on the bubble wrap offer.
You might not know this about me, but I kinda freak out in medical situations. Like, I had it written clearly on my birth plan that docs and nurses needed to tell me everything they were thinking and doing because if they even looked at me I'd assume I was dying. So having a baby tooth come out in an accident at daycare (she was holding a stuffed toy in her mouth and another kiddo pulled on the toy)? I was not sure what to do. I tried the dentist's office, but of course it was like 5:05 PM and they close at 5:00. I left a message on their emergency line and then tried the pediatrician. Also closed. And the nurse line was so busy that I had to leave a message there. I decided to throw all monetary concerns to the wind and just go to urgent care. At least I'd feel like I was doing something. And I didn't know if there was still root left in her gum or anything.
Evelyn was great. She was in pain, but she handled it all really well. She got some cherry tylenol and bunch of stickers, we got a recommendation to see the dentist, they put her baby tooth in a fancy biohazard bag, and away we went.
Amy (Jonathan's cousin) was planning to come over last night so I could go up to the hospital for a bit, and I'd called her to tell her that plan was probably off what with the tooth debacle. But she met us at urgent care with dinner and came over and helped with bedtime and I made it to the hospital after all. And she even cleaned while I was away. Really amazing.
The Tooth Fairy might have felt the need to overcompensate for the series of unfortunate events that have befallen our little household lately... plus I might have chatted with her about the developmental appropriateness of a monetary gift (Evelyn hasn't fully grasped the concept of cash yet)... so the Fairy brought Evelyn a toy horse she's been wanting. AND a long letter. AND a crisp $1 bill. She tried to explain herself in the note, telling Evelyn that usually it's a straight tooth for cash trade, but that this was a really special first tooth and it came so early that Evelyn got a very special one-time gift. Evelyn was thoroughly impressed, and everyone in her class at school thinks the Tooth Fairy is bringing them horses when they lose their teeth, too. Sorry other parents!
This morning we went to the dentist for some x-rays and learned that her tooth was probably going to fall out soon on its own, because its root was being eroded by another deciduous tooth, her lateral incisor on the same side, which hasn't erupted yet. We actually weren't sure whether she had that tooth, but now the dentist thinks that it's there but it just didn't have room to come out. So it was crowding her central incisor, and now it'll probably erupt but then need to be pulled at some point to be sure her permanent central incisors have plenty of space. Our dentist is consulting with the pediatric dentist, and they're both consulting with an orthodontist. Looks like Mouse inherited my tiny mouth.
And there you have it. Another FGO. What's that? It's one of my favorite things I talk about with my therapist. One day I was giving the recap and then I just stopped and sighed and he said, "Well, it's a growth opportunity," and I'm sure I gave him my very best skeptical look like wow-did-you-seriously-just-say-that? and he just as quickly said, "A fucking growth opportunity." And it made me snap out of the self-pity long enough to laugh. So now we talk about FGO's on the regular. Your husband is still hospitalized, insurance reset so you're paying out of pocket for everything again, you sprained your ankle, and now your kid's tooth is knocked out? What a fucking growth opportunity. I'm going to be so grown you won't even recognize me pretty soon.
Yesterday I saw the therapist again. Because it's the new year and insurance resets at the start of the year, I had the quick punch to the gut in the form of paying $165 for 50 minutes of therapy. After the joy of $9 sessions for the past couple months, it was... unpleasant. But fear not. I'm sure we'll have met our deductible AND out-of-pocket max in just a matter of days at this point and Blue Cross can start picking up the tab again. Anyhow, as I was hobbling back to the cozy couch, my therapist said, "I just want to wrap your whole family in bubble wrap."
Just a couple of hours later, I arrived at daycare to pick up the kidlets and who is right there at the door but my sweet Evelyn, with tears streaming down her face and blood running down her chin. The director greeted me and handed me a little paper cup containing this:
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| That's her left upper central incisor, Tooth F. |
So maybe I should have taken him up on the bubble wrap offer.
You might not know this about me, but I kinda freak out in medical situations. Like, I had it written clearly on my birth plan that docs and nurses needed to tell me everything they were thinking and doing because if they even looked at me I'd assume I was dying. So having a baby tooth come out in an accident at daycare (she was holding a stuffed toy in her mouth and another kiddo pulled on the toy)? I was not sure what to do. I tried the dentist's office, but of course it was like 5:05 PM and they close at 5:00. I left a message on their emergency line and then tried the pediatrician. Also closed. And the nurse line was so busy that I had to leave a message there. I decided to throw all monetary concerns to the wind and just go to urgent care. At least I'd feel like I was doing something. And I didn't know if there was still root left in her gum or anything.
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| Playing peek-a-boo at Duke Urgent Care |
Evelyn was great. She was in pain, but she handled it all really well. She got some cherry tylenol and bunch of stickers, we got a recommendation to see the dentist, they put her baby tooth in a fancy biohazard bag, and away we went.
Amy (Jonathan's cousin) was planning to come over last night so I could go up to the hospital for a bit, and I'd called her to tell her that plan was probably off what with the tooth debacle. But she met us at urgent care with dinner and came over and helped with bedtime and I made it to the hospital after all. And she even cleaned while I was away. Really amazing.
The Tooth Fairy might have felt the need to overcompensate for the series of unfortunate events that have befallen our little household lately... plus I might have chatted with her about the developmental appropriateness of a monetary gift (Evelyn hasn't fully grasped the concept of cash yet)... so the Fairy brought Evelyn a toy horse she's been wanting. AND a long letter. AND a crisp $1 bill. She tried to explain herself in the note, telling Evelyn that usually it's a straight tooth for cash trade, but that this was a really special first tooth and it came so early that Evelyn got a very special one-time gift. Evelyn was thoroughly impressed, and everyone in her class at school thinks the Tooth Fairy is bringing them horses when they lose their teeth, too. Sorry other parents!
This morning we went to the dentist for some x-rays and learned that her tooth was probably going to fall out soon on its own, because its root was being eroded by another deciduous tooth, her lateral incisor on the same side, which hasn't erupted yet. We actually weren't sure whether she had that tooth, but now the dentist thinks that it's there but it just didn't have room to come out. So it was crowding her central incisor, and now it'll probably erupt but then need to be pulled at some point to be sure her permanent central incisors have plenty of space. Our dentist is consulting with the pediatric dentist, and they're both consulting with an orthodontist. Looks like Mouse inherited my tiny mouth.
And there you have it. Another FGO. What's that? It's one of my favorite things I talk about with my therapist. One day I was giving the recap and then I just stopped and sighed and he said, "Well, it's a growth opportunity," and I'm sure I gave him my very best skeptical look like wow-did-you-seriously-just-say-that? and he just as quickly said, "A fucking growth opportunity." And it made me snap out of the self-pity long enough to laugh. So now we talk about FGO's on the regular. Your husband is still hospitalized, insurance reset so you're paying out of pocket for everything again, you sprained your ankle, and now your kid's tooth is knocked out? What a fucking growth opportunity. I'm going to be so grown you won't even recognize me pretty soon.
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