Well, our first trip to the dentist was not an expected one, but nonetheless, was a memorable one! Here is a rundown of how we ended up in a pediatric dentist office and an oral surgeon's office in the same day: Our little man was running and playing just before bedtime Wednesday night and tripped and fell and landed tooth first on the ceramic tile in the hallway. Immediately he begins screaming and crying (a cry and scream I have never heard from him before). My mom was closest and swooped him up and immediately we saw blood was everywhere. Tony freaked out and was scared to look (so he went and sat down on the sofa with his face in his hands) and I ran and got a wet washcloth... finally we got enough of the blood out of the way to see it was coming from inside his mouth and not his lip, as we originally thought. Then I saw this ugly broken-looking tooth staring at me. I then freaked out and ran out of the room and left my mom standing there holding Miller as he screamed and cried. I then realized, I was the MOM and needed to take care of my baby, no matter how scared and sad I was (Tony I guess also realized he needed to get over being scared and jumped up to help). My mom immediately grabbed her phone and was trying to dial her dentist office number (ironically, they had called her earlier that day to confirm her dentist appointment for the next day). Then realizing it is 9 o'clock at night and no one would answer we decided to call the dentist at his residence. (We have [my family] has gone to this particular dentist for years, so we felt comfortable enough to call him at home.) My mom got Dr. Watson on the phone and explained what happened and he asked us a few questions and asked us to see if the tooth was loose (which it was VERY loose) and said that there was really nothing that could be done right away unless the gum was cut and he needed stitches (which was not the case).... he said to apply ice and give him some Tylenol to keep him comfortable and to have someone (a pediatric dentist) look at him first thing the next morning.
So basically, from what we could all tell, he had probably broken his tooth, and it looked like it was broken at the gum line and it was VERY loose... it was difficult to see much more because of all of the blood. So we put him to bed and checked on him periodically through the night to make sure he wasn't bleeding to death.
The next morning, blood had dried to his tooth, so it was still difficult to see where exactly it was broken. He didn't eat much breakfast that morning. So, as usual, I dropped them off at PDO and explained to his teachers what had happened and that there was a strong possibility I would pick him (well, Lainey, too, of course) early if I could get him into see a dentist. So, I called the pediatric dentist (Dr. Suzanne Allman) in Rockwall that my aunt and my sister-in-law both use for their kids and highly recommend (and now I do, too). I explained what happened the night before and the lady asked us to come in at 12:15 (it was 9:45 or 10:00 am) when I called. I was impressed with how fast they were getting me in on such short notice and especially for being a new patient.
So, we arrive at the dentist office and they did an x-ray and the results of the x-ray were not good..... his tooth was broken in half at the root and had to come out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What, my baby who will be 2 in 3 weeks has to have his top front tooth pulled and be without a tooth until he is probably 6 or 7?????????? No way, this could not be true... what about his beautiful, big (all teeth) smile???
Dr. Allman explained to me that there should not be any damage to his permanent tooth when it eventually comes in when he is about 7. She also said it would not cause him any speech problems. I also asked what our other options were.... she basically said that the tooth (since it was so loose and broken so bad to the root) that it would eventually fall out and may do so in many pieces, which he could accidentally swallow and then it may be more difficult to remove after that. She explained there was no reason for a spacer, they only put those in with back teeth and that they are just ugly and almost impossible to use in the front.
So, later that afternoon we visited an oral surgeon who told me the same thing Dr. Allman had suggested. So, we scheduled the surgery (yes, he required anesthesia) for the very next morning.
Here is picture of him the night before the tooth was removed. You can see how black it was, which was just dried blood.... the tooth itself was not bruised. Also, see how happy he was.... I think it hurt Tony and I more than it hurt him. This is the last picture of Miller Man with all of his baby teeth! :(

So, Tony, Miller and I arrived at the oral surgeons office at 8:15 Friday morning and we were done about 9:05 am..... the tooth was gone and there was nothing we (as his parents) could do about it now. I won't go into the details of the morning of the surgery when they put him to sleep, etc. But they said he was such a big boy and was very good, they also mentioned how he was trying to fight the anesthesia.... he wasn't ready to "go to sleep" before the surgery. I asked the surgeon to keep the tooth so that we could have it. When they handed it to me in a sterile pouch.... it was in 4 pieces.... my little man really busted his tooth up.

He has two (dissolvable) stitches and we go for a follow-up visit on Wednesday.
Here is a picture of Miller Man and his Pop (my dad) the day the tooth was removed. They are sitting in my dad's 1964 Chevy truck he restored and calls it Miller's truck. He loves to drive his truck with his Pop. His tooth (excuse me, missing tooth) is hard to see in this picture, it just looks like a black space, which is basically what it is, a dark, empty space. :(

But, after all of this.... he has not let that front tooth stop him from eating.... immediately (even before it was removed) he figured out how to eat as to not agitate the tooth or the area. He is a trooper!