I called Caleb to let him know what was going on and that I was trying to stop the bleeding. There had been so much blood that I hadn't been able to assess the damage yet, so I told him we may or may not end up needing to take her into the doctor.
After calling Caleb, I texted my mom (who used to work as a dental hygienist) to see if I needed to take her in to the dentist or not. She said it probably wasn't a big deal but I should call my dentist (my aunt) and speak with Maria (her current assistant) about it.
I called my Aunt's office and explained to Maria what had happened. At this point I had been able to check the tooth and it wasn't loose and it hadn't changed colors. My aunt asked me to send her a picture because her only concern was whether or not the cut in her gum could have cut an important muscle in your mouth.
I sent her the picture and got a response a short time later that everything looked as good as it could, considering and that as long as I kept O from eating things like toast that could reopen the cut, she should be just fine.
When the adrenaline from the situation settled a bit, I was left with an overwhelming relief and the knowledge that God was watching out for my baby. Her tooth was spared, the muscles in her mouth was spared, and while I know she was in a little bit of pain, it was negligible compared to what it could have been if she had busted or tooth or needed stitches. I am so grateful for God's protection over my family, even in the little things like baby teeth. I am happy to say that it's been less than a week and all that's left is a very little scab where her lip busted open. God is good.