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Superior and Inferior Labial Frenulums

Church was great today. I entered the chapel and found a bloody and crying 4 year old boy. He is the third out of our four children to tear his superior and inferior labial frenulum. This is not a naughty word. It's the little piece of skin that connects the upper gum to the lip. Bloody injury.

After my husband and I high fived each other for our awesome parenting skills, I took the boy home where he sucked on an ice cube and I read him stories from The Friend, a children's Christian magazine. We then took a two hour nap.

No doctor co-pays. No after hours. At least with this one we are experienced parents.

Post-script: He has a loose tooth. May be going to the dentist. This summer is just getting expensive.

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  1. Ouch!
    At our house too:
    Boy+World=Co-pays

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  2. LOL We've also had at least 2 of our 3 with this injury...wait! maybe it's all 3...(I can't remember. parenthood has made my memory muddy).

    And you're right. It's bloody, but not life threatening. Maybe the kid thinks it's life threatening, but we know better, right?

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  3. My little one will need to have his snipped if he doesn't have an injury. Our doctor said most boys end up tearing it and not needing surgery. Is ice enough, or is there something else I should do when/if it happens?

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  4. I was hoping to talk to you on sunday. Sorry to hear your day. how do you know Sandra Durfey? Her Dad is my moms older brother. We will have to talk.

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  5. We have four kids and one parent that have sufferd the same injury. We are pro's too. Your posts always make me smile.

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