So Anastasia has "summer teeth" now. No, not speckled with strawberry seeds or something else fun. It's the "some are here, some are there" teeth. Close encounter with the coffee table. Stupid piece of shit coffee table protector pad did NOTHING for her when she took a header from the couch onto the table. :( It is incredibly upsetting. I guess I have a hang up about teeth - some indicator of social status or something, I don't know, but I was extremely anxious when the pediatric dentist said that if they couldn't snap it back into place it was going to have to come out. EEEEEEK! Luckily it did snap back into place, though there are no guarantees since she's already fallen and bumped it (lightly) once since then. :( It's only been 48 hrs! I am really hopeful, but man - it makes me wish we could stick her in bubble wrap for the rest of toddlerhood. Liam isn't quite so accident prone (never was, I suppose...) I find myself longing for her to get to be the age Liam is, even though that would mean I'd have to miss all the fun times between now and that age.
Man this mothering thing is hard! Meanwhile, by today she was feeling better, more herself. It was nice to see her finally perk up, she had been pretty touchy the last few days. Or was that me? I'm a wreck, meanwhile. Turns out that by this age I dno't worry about watching her constantly the way I used to. I just figure she'll be-bop around with Liam and I LISTEN intently, but I don't worry about her getting into things much. I have had to let go a little bit about that, because she has been so active, so busy, I just find that I have to relax a bit and let go. Perhaps that intuition is telling me something, though. Although in the meantime I'm BORED! And exhausted!!! We only have to make it through about another week before I can worry a bit less, we'll get rechecked 2 weeks after the accident and the dentist will tell us then if we have to have the tooth pulled.