It happened last week in her Sunday school Worship service.
She and another child had somehow run into each other and she hurt her front tooth.
She was brought to me, and her her mouth continues to bleed profusely for another hour.
Chitlin' was in a great amount of pain. I was in total Mommy-shock.
(A learning: 15 years of being certified in First-Aid and CPR, with triage experience, and also first responder several times did not prepare me for my baby to be bleeding this much.)
That afternoon, after a long nap, ice cream and an appointment scheduled for the dentist the next day, I was trying to get a better understanding of how the whole thing occurred.
She couldn't remember.
Yeah, Right!
After a quick call to her Children's Minister, I learned that little Chitlin' was running around the worship service with a whistle in her mouth. It was the whistle that bashed into her gum causing the injury...
I returned from my private conversation with her instructor and said:
"I just spoke with your teacher, (Insert daughter's name here)."
Chitlin responded: "Did she happen to say anything..."She paused, scrunched her faces and looked straight into my eyes.
"Anything about, maybe a, (another pause) a whistle?"
She looks like my mom in this picture:
