Speaking of learning, I learned that teeth just freak me out. A bloody cut? Not a problem. Vomit? Disgusting, but I can handle it. Broken bones? We haven't had to deal with that and hopefully never will. But injuries involving teeth? *shudder* A bloody tooth is bad enough, but a bloody tooth that's been knocked forward and is tiny bit loose is just only slightly less horrifying than a tooth that's fallen out altogether.
I also learned that I have a long road to walk when it comes to P.'s appearance. She's not perfect. I know in my rational mind that no child is perfect any more than any adult is perfect. But I'm pretty ashamed at how much her tooth suddenly being out of whack bothered me. My brain was filled with visions of tears shed over taunts directed at that one tooth - particularly if that tooth goes gray, as many bumped teeth do. In fact, I was surprised at how much I was bothered and upset by something as simple as a little superficial injury, just because it was one that impacted P.'s appearance.
But having a bunch of family in town, all staying with us, has been a balm. All of our houseguests are experienced parents, many times over and had plenty to say about injuries to teeth (among other things). It's also been a nice distraction from... certain things. I made a citrus cake and the BabbyDaddy is making a homemade pizza. My aunt was sweet and came with me my initial appointment with the genetic counselor on Monday. We all listened to the baby's heartbeat at the birth center. There's nothing quite like having relatives around!