How to Save a Lost Tooth: Take Everything I Did, and Do the Opposite
Lesson #1: When you move to another state, put "find a dentist" near the very top of your list.
Don’t assume you can sit on that job while you’re attending to all the other million-and-one matters pertaining to the aftermath of your move—not even if the kids all had a check-up right before you left your old home.
Sigh. I really was working on getting a dentist. Just ask the moms I was grilling at a homeschool gathering last week. I was on it! So close! Not close enough!
If we’d already been established with a dentist, my poor little Wonderboy’s knocked-out tooth might have been able to be saved. We’d have had someone to call the moment calamity struck, even on a Sunday night—someone with more sense that the three, count them THREE, medical and dental personnel I spoke to on the phone yesterday in the hour following Wonderboy’s tumble.
I know, I know, it’s only a baby tooth. It was going to fall out anyway. But I don’t care. I love baby teeth. Adore them. The first time I read Peter Pan, the real version, not the Disney, I was an adult with three children already, and when I got to the bit about how Peter still had his baby teeth I understood in an instant what his charm was, and why he had such an effect on Wendy even when he acted like a jerk. Baby teeth make my heart melt. Wonderboy’s baby-toothed grin in particular, is (was, oh no) a thing of magic for me. His high muscle tone makes his mouth a little tight, so that he has this funny stretched grin with those perfect, even teeth behind it: oh, so utterly cute. I’m not ready for it to be gone.
Lesson #2: Do not wash the knocked-out tooth.
The dentist we wound up seeing yesterday morning told me this. If it is intact, it is possible to re-insert it. I knew that, but all the people I talked to on the phone said no one bothers doing that for a baby tooth. The dentist, on the other hand, said she would definitely have put it back in. Her own son lost two front teeth as a three-year-old and SHE KNOWS. She says if I’d gotten HER on the phone Sunday night, she would have met me in the office right away. I didn’t know whether to hug her or cry.
Anyway, she told me what to do if it (please no) should ever happen again. If the tooth is intact and not dirty, she says DON’T WASH IT. If it has sand or grit on it, she says to immerse it in milk—yes, milk!—to rinse the tooth off, but DO NOT SCRUB. The tiny root-fibers can be rubbed off as easily as the scales of a butterfly’s week.
This makes me feel a tiny bit better, since of course the first thing we did when we found the tooth (an hour after cleaning up All! That! Blood!) was to wash all the sand off it. So even if we had connected with the dentist, the tooth would have been past saving.
Her advice was to wash out the child’s mouth, carefully get the grit off the tooth, and then just stick it back into the hole. Yup. Then get to a dentist as fast as you can. She said if you’re too squeamish to put the tooth back yourself, put it in a cup of milk and hurry to the dentist.
Of course don’t take this as official medical advice; I’m just passing on the info. I wish I had read a post like this two days ago! Sob!
And yes, of COURSE I know we’ve been through much worse things than the premature loss of a baby tooth, and this is inconsequential in the greater scheme of things. But here’s the thing. When Jane was in the hospital getting chemotherapy, we often shared rooms with kids who were there for reasons far less serious than cancer. The post-op patients for routine procedures were given beds on the cancer ward for lack of a better place to put them. So some nights I’d be sitting there next to the mom of a child who had had his tonsils out, or adenoid removal, or a hernia repair. And every single one of those mothers, at some point during our chats, would express embarrassment to be so upset over "something minor" when…their words would trail off, and they’d glance at little bald, pale Jane with the tubes coming out of her. And I felt bad that they felt embarrassed, because it doesn’t matter if your kid is "only" getting his tonsils out: it’s still surgery, and anesthesia, and a hospital stay, and your child in pain. That is always hard. It doesn’t matter that things could be worse. Even we, parents of a toddler with high-risk leukemia, considered ourselves lucky not to be dealing with one of the more aggressive cancers.
Whatever health crisis your child is dealing with is a big deal at the time, even if there are bigger deals out there. We had one doctor, a youngish resident, who had her first baby about six months into Jane’s treatment. And the newborn got a fever and had to be admitted to the NICU. It turned out to be nothing, and the baby was fine and went home the next day. But that doctor came to our room and said to me, "I have to tell you this. I had NO IDEA. Here I am, a doctor, and I knew this was standard procedure and the baby was going to be fine, but the second I was alone with her in the NICU, I bawled my eyes out. I had no idea it was this hard."
I bet she turned out to be a terrific pediatrician. She knows, now. When it’s your baby, it’s always hard.
So I’ll mourn the loss of my little boy’s even-toothed grin, and I’ll get used to the new one. Even as I wiped away the blood and sand and sobbed over the lost tooth, I knew it could have been worse, and I was grateful.
Well, it’s done, so no use crying over spilled tooth-washing fluid (sorry!) Once you get used to it, the gap-tooth smile will be just as endearing as ever. ((Hugs))
PS When are you going to post a picture of Wonderboy’s new look?
On April 3, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Mary Beth P says:
Oh, I’m so sorry for you! I know it’s hard! Michael fell last summer and split his chin open. In the scheme of things 5 stitches are minor, but I never had to do anything as difficult as hold down my little son while the doctor cleaned and stitched the wound. There is always some tragedy when their perfect little apearances are marred in some way, no matter how minor!
On April 3, 2007 at 4:34 pm
A little boy I knew fell off a jungle gym and on to the padded playground black top when he was about WB’s age. He knocked his two front teeth loose and the nerve died.
He ended up going though a long procedure and getting veneers because his teeth would slowly turn black underneath. As you can imagine, his mother was horrified. But the little boy was very proud of himself and would show off his new smile every time he got the chance. So his cute smile was replaced with even cuter behavior and in the end the little boy’s body/self image was more important than dead teeth.
What does WB think about his new look? Will it impede his speech therapy? You should ask one of his older sisters to teach him to whistle.
On April 3, 2007 at 4:35 pm
WB will be ahead of the tooth losing curve. It would’ve made me feel grown up to be the first kid to have a missing tooth.
I agree with Laura; the gap-toothed grin will become the new loved smile.
On April 3, 2007 at 4:57 pm
Mary G. says:
Oh Lissa, I KNOW exactly what you mean and don’t you just figure you should be up for “Worst Mom of the Year” because you didn’t know all that stuff about milk, and not rinsing, etc….
OOOOO, and this reminds me — we STILL don’t have a GP OR a Dentist and we’ve been in Denver since end of August — I guess I know what I’ll be doing tomorrow!
On April 3, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Our Boy fell and chipped one of his front teeth when he was only 10 months. Our very quiet, sweet little guy looked like a bruiser! It was so opposite to his real personality, that it was hilariously funny, and oh! so! cute!
Once you get used to the ‘new’ grin, you’ll love it!
On April 3, 2007 at 6:01 pm
Jennifer in OR says:
Wow, love your website, I’ve had fun exploring here for, oh too long. I should be in bed. I should have known better than to even look at the Carnival of Homeschooling this late. Welcome to the West Coast. Also, teeth are important around here, too. My son saves them up for the tooth fairy, and when he has about 10 or so stashed up, he’ll cash in for the big prize. But I’m so sad with you, I know what a trauma such a little thing can be.
On April 3, 2007 at 11:07 pm
Thanks for the words about “something minor” – they were helpful to me today. My youngest will have his third outpatient surgery in a couple of weeks. It’s “something minor” – just outpatient, not like it’s heart surgery or something. But I’m still working through my feelings, and even though I kept telling myself that it was okay to be upset, I’d also say – but not too upset, after all, it’s something minor.
Thanks for the “freedom” to say – even if it’s something minor – it’s MY CHILD. And it is not fun to be going through anything. And it’s fine for me to be a bit upset!
On April 4, 2007 at 9:00 am
Melissa Wiley says:
J asked: What does WB think about his new look? Will it impede his speech therapy?
I was wondering about that, too. He can’t even HEAR an S sound…seems like it’s going to be hard enough for him to learn to make it, even before he lost the tooth! Now it’ll be even trickier, I imagine. I’ll be interested to hear what the speech therapist says on Monday.
Thanks for your kind words, everyone!
On April 4, 2007 at 5:16 pm