Yesterday Reanne had to get her baby tooth pulled at the dentist. It wasn't coming out because her big tooth, which was fully grown, was far enough behind her baby one that it wasn't pushing it out on it's own. All of you who know Reanne knows how traumatic that would be for her. Even with laughing gas, numbing medication and me holding her hand through the whole experience, she was still in hysterics.Well, if that wasn't enough trauma in one day.....
After our Enrichment activity that night, Reanne was running around the church and jumped into an open cupboard door. It popped her head open resulting in a trip to the Instacare. She was relieved, and I was a bit annoyed, when the doctor didn't have to stitch the gash or even glue it. But the whole experience translated into what Reanne said was "the worst day of my whole life." I think I agree with her on this one. This was one day I was glad to have over.
