If you’re a Mom - you never want a text from your husband like this…
“Come home NOW! Tori - smash face - tooth - blood - hurry…”
My husband — who texts in Cro-Magnon. The man I need a secret decoder ring to decipher most of what he says.
& Tori — she’s our 2-year-old daughter.
This... while I’m shopping at the Reston Home Depot…
All I wanted was 15 minutes of freedom — 15 minutes of Home Depot floor sample shopping bliss (my client needs new floors - and I love channeling my inner Joanna Gaines).
But now, stomach aching, mommy-queasiness is taking over my entire body — part intense rage, part extreme worry.
I toss down my floor samples and dash out of Home Depot in a dead sprint (thank God they know me in that place because I clearly looked like I stole something).
Ok, now I’m driving down Reston Parkway like a suburban, mommy Mario Andretti.
I SCREAM at Siri to call my husband (I later apologized to her).
Now I’m turning on Wiehle, and (sorry Siri) I scream again “SIRI…. CALL MY HUSBAND SIRI, NOWWWW!!!!”.
He finally picks up, but all I can hear is muffled, high-pitched screeching.
Then the line drops… click.
Minutes now seem like hours.
I finally get home, open the door, and everybody is crying - my husband - the baby - my stepdaughters….
Each yelling their version of what happened at me in a panic, but here's the summary….
Tori decided in all her "terrible 2" glory to jump off our family couch, and face plant.
Her bottom front tooth was jetting straight out of her mouth…
In a frenzy, I call my Dad (dentist) and tell him her tooth appears fractured, but hasn't fallen out.
He told me that if it's not completely broken, her tooth may harden that way.
Then what he said next broke my heart…
“Grab a gauze, and you or Justin has to push her tooth back into place, and now."
Huh??? Do what??? Push what???
My husband isn’t in any shape to do it - and how can I cause my precious baby any more trauma than she’s already experienced?
Not to mention the thought of bone crackling between my fingertips made my arms weak.
But when you love something more than you can put into words, you do whatever it takes.
So, I drop to my knees and pray for strength - and that my dear girl won’t cry out in absolute, mortifying pain.
My heart knew the second request was unlikely, and this terrible scenario was best for her future smile…
I slowly grab some gauze, squint my eyes, and ball my whole body up in a tense muscle.
With my husband's legs wrapped around Tori - I pry open her mouth, grab her tooth, and slowly pinch it back into place.
I’ll say this... I could feel it - and it nauseated me.
Not only that, as Tori and I stared eye to eye, I sensed her total fear and confusion.
Next my husband - with his eyes closed (go figure) - starts yelling...
“Are you done yet???!!!”
Me - “yeah, I think so…”, with a huge exhale.
I grab Tori out of his leg hold and give her the biggest apologetic bear hug a Momma bear can.
I thought the harder I hugged her, the faster her scream would settle to a whimper.
Lucky for us, it did. Tori is such a strong girl (like her Mommy :))
So what’s all this have to do with Real Estate?
But… when I love something - I fight for it… tooth and fingertips.
Not only that, I’m wired to do what’s best for “whatever" and “whoever" I love - even when it causes me pain or nausea.
(Like the time I cleaned out my client’s moldy fridge with 6-month-old cracked eggs - a story for another time)
&, I love serving my customers.
So if you're wondering how Tori made out - we have a follow-up appointment with a pediatric Dentist next week.
For now, they think my Mommy finger pinch may have worked.
And, we’ll find out next week if her tooth has to be removed…. Ugh!
But she’s happy, eating out of the side of her mouth, and back to her usual self.
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