What Do You Do?

Once upon a time, I played softball. I was a pitcher. I got hit in the mouth with a line drive. I had a root canal on my front tooth. More than 20 years ago.

That tooth is dead to me.

A couple weeks ago, I tried to deflate an inflatable basketball net. I tried to open the valve with my teeth.

I heard a crack.

Then I felt a wiggle.

Then I cried.

Because what do you do when you crack a tooth in half WHEN YOU ARE PREGNANT?

Oh, and it was a Friday evening. In our new town where I DON'T HAVE A DENTIST YET.

Seriously, what do you do?

I cried some more.

I waited until Monday morning and went to a recommended dentist (out of network) because I was desperate to not be THIS BIG and TOOTHLESS.

And what did he do? He glued it back together.

Now I permanently (for the next 4-5 months) look like I have bread stuck in my two front teeth.

God is working on my vanity.

God is working on my ridiculous weight gain. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Seriously. It has taken me some time to get over it.

Just please don't tell me I have something in my teeth when you see me!

1 comment:

Tara G. said...

OH bless your heart!