Toothless

I’m so very very happy –just EVER so glad—that I recently took these pictures of Orrin shown in this post. 

Because they’re adorable.  And they’re also the last pictures of him sporting a full mouthful of teeth (until his permanent ones grow in in 5 or so years).  The poor guy is still absolutely adorable, just in a snaggletooth kind of way.  Also, the dentist said some of his other teeth might turn black.  We shall see.  His career as a child model has been shot down before it could even begin.

To explain, on Sunday we were enjoying our nice relaxing conference day, and at around 5:00 or so, Orrin escaped and went down to our neighbor’s house.  I don’t like him to go there without asking me, so I told Jethro to go down and bring him back.  Orrin probably was not very happy to come home, or Jethro was just trying to save time by carrying him, but either way he was carrying him up the stairs and tripped and Orrin fell on his mouth.  He bit through his bottom lip, or at least very nearly all the way through, and he knocked out one of his top front teeth.  It is AMAZING how long the root is of a tooth that was not supposed to come out.  It’s amazing how hard he must have hit that stair for it to have come out!

Here are some pictures waiting in the hospital from Brett’s really terrible phone camera.

Brett and I went with him to the hospital and since he was so young and the cut was on his lip which they said means they wanted the stitching to be really nice, they decided they would put him under general anesthesia.  So Brett stayed with him and I went home for the night.

Brett said they operated at about 3:00 am because they had a couple other surgeries to do first.  The surgeon stitched his lip on the inside and the outside, as well as some of his gums. 

I came the next morning at about 7:30 and saw him in his bed asleep, so little and sad-looking.  :(  He woke up in a while and I stayed for a while until about 8:15, when I went upstairs because I had already had an appointment at the hospital that morning for Wyatt.  Wyatt has inguinal hernias, just as Talmage and Orrin did, and he is scheduled for surgery this coming Monday morning.  They got him in so quickly because we will be leaving to the States, and so I spoke with the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and another doctor came in and gave him an examination.  Then I walked back downstairs to Orrin’s room again, where they took out his IV and we went home.

It’s times like these that I am just SOOOOO grateful for hospitals and doctors and surgeons and all nurses and medication.  I would ABHOR being a doctor, but I’m so glad some people like to be doctors.

Orrin was pretty amazingly tough through all of this, and he was even jumping/skipping around a bit that first evening home.  He looks, however, pretty horrible.  His lip is awful and huge and his face is swollen a bit too, and he looks uncannily like a monkey.  He also drools about 4 gallons of drool a day, which is good because he doesn’t like us to clean off his lip after he eats his yogurt or applesauce.

These pictures are from yesterday.  Oy.

 

I actually think his new look is really cute too—I mean, his grin is just so happy.  Kind of painfully cute.

 

I love love love love love my Orrin!

And now I really am making a category called Blood and Gore.