This is also the story of my guiltiest moment as a mom. I've contemplated telling it before, but always changed my mind.
I absolutely hate when anything or anyone touches my feet. It freaks me out. I don't do pedicures, I don't do foot massage, I scream at my kids when they do it to try to get a rise out of me.
One morning, I was taking a nap. My leg must have been hanging off the edge of the bed. I was woken up by something touching my foot. I freaked, and kicked at it, assuming it was one of my cats.
It was my son. Turns out I kicked him square in the mouth. I felt awful. He was crying and complaining that his mouth hurt, but there was no blood, so I thought it would get better in a few days.
Wrong again. A couple days later, I noticed that one of his top teeth (not the front tooth, the one next to it) had broken off at his gumline. I quickly called the pediatric dentist in a panic and he came in on a Sunday to see T.
It turns out T needed to get his 4 top teeth taken out. Because I accidentally kicked him in the face. Can you say epic mom fail?
His teachers and stuff have asked me what happened to his teeth, and I can only bring myself to tell them that he had an accident. I still feel awful about it, but he's pretty comfortable and happy, even without the teeth.
|Toothless T with his Nana|