On Wednesday, I sent Brayden out to look for his sweater in the car. On the way back into the house in a rush to go to the bathroom, he tripped, bonked his mouth, and knocked his baby tooth back. Frantically, I call the dentist. He tells me to bring the tooth forward since it just happened. So I yell, "Hey Clay, move the tooth forward." Screaming in agonizing pain from Brayden emerged from the bathroom as Clay realigned the tooth. Clay took Brayd to the dentist real quick to make sure everything was a-okay. The dentist said to bite down and don't bang it. After that episode, Brayden felt fine and even went out to play in the neighborhood. Fast forward next day, Brayden had blood all over his pillow the next morning and his mouth had puffed up so much. I felt such pain for him and I called in for a sub mid-morning. Thank goodness she was great since it is towards the end of the school year. I took Brayd back to the dentist and he reassured me that he will be fine and that ...