Not me. It was a beautiful afternoon full of fun and laughter. Gove, Max, James and I were all playing on my bed enjoying on another's company when that rascal James attempted to crawl off the edge of the bed! I grabbed his leg and pulled him back. He yelled and growled at me. He growls now. I turned back to Gove for a moment and looked back at James just in time to see him begin to topple over the edge of the bed. I reached for his leg. Too late. He went over the edge and landed in the plastic box Max had placed at the foot of the bed. He did not fall hard. I pulled him out of the box quickly, before he had a chance to even realize what had happened. He cried. I noticed the white thing hanging out of his mouth. Then another in his hair. No, no, no, no!!! Please don't let it be his teeth! Oh, no! It's his teeth. His perfect beautiful little teeth. How he loved those teeth. He loved to eat with them. He loved to bite with them. He struggled growing them. Now they are gone. It's terrible. I just can't believe it. He must have been biting on the sleeve of his shirt when he went over the edge. They were pulled right out. He misses them. He only cried for a couple of minutes and was fine. Until he noticed his teeth were gone. He keeps running his tongue over his now bare gum. How do some people have six, seven, eight or more kids with all of their teeth and I don't even have two out of three. I feel so sad for him. He used those teeth more than any baby I have ever known. Poor guy, he really feels disabled. I can't believe it.
James in his glory days.
James in his glory days.
James now.
2 comments:
That is so sad.
I'm so sorry. Brigham fell at the park over Thanksgiving break and chipped both of his front teeth, and I still remember when Jenae Gile's little girl lost one of her teeth. At least they are baby teeth!!
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