The Worst Day

Saturday we were supposed to have a play date, Cindy and Matthew were coming over so we could spend the beautiful day outside by the pool, playing, eating & having a good time...wrong! Jack & I ran some errands before our company arrive and wound up returning home at the same time they were pulling up to our house. I took Jack out of the car and we walked over to Cindy's car to see if she needed any help with anything since she was bringing coffee. Well...Jack is such a big boy these days and loves to walk that I didn't think twice about letting him walk on his own (he's currently not a fan of hand holding). Next thing you know, as I am watching Jack walk next to me, it's almost as though it happened in slow motion yet too fast for me to stop it. Jack fell forward, on his knees, got his arms caught underneath himself and rocked forward on his mouth. I immediately grabbed him as he hit the ground and all I saw was blood. I ran in to the house and in to the kitchen with a screaming baby and that is where I saw what I feared had happened, he chipped most of his tooth out of his mouth :o(

I was able to get the bleeding under control though I was still shaking. Cindy was right there with me and helping me with towels and ice and was a great help. As soon as I could get the bleeding to stop a little I called Joe and told him what had happened, then I called the Dr. I left a message with the receptionist to have the Dr. call me and tell me if she wanted to see us or what my next plan of action should be. She called me back in about 5 minutes and said yes to come in so she could check him out and we could go from there. We ran there and she checked him out, he has a cut on the inside of his lip but other than that, medically, he was ok, a big purple fat lip but ok. She called the pediatric dentist she refers too and they said to come over, they were waiting for us so we did just that.

The dentist was very nice but Jack wasn't a fan of seeing yet another lady with blue latex gloves :o( Then I had to hear what I feared...the tooth can't be saved, it has to come out. Tears started to run down my face again, I felt like a huge failure, how did I let this happen to my sweet, handsome baby boy?

We are scheduled for Thursday morning to have x-rays done, and then the extraction. I am beside myself about all of this. Jack won't have one of his front teeth now until he is 6 or 7. I am going through all of the what if's and beating myself up about all of this even though I know I shouldn't be, I just can't help it. As a momma, you never ever want to even see your child cry. When Jack was an infant and made the little sad face before he would cry (which was so rare) it would rip at my heart to see him like that. Then teething an frustration with learning new things would start and I would feel awful because there isn't much you can do for them to make it better. Now this, the worst thing to happen so far and I am trying to deal with it ok but it's hard! I know he is fine, running around, playing, laughing, like nothing happened the other day, well because he doesn't even remember it I'm sure. I wish I could be like that! Nothing in the world is worse then seeing something happen to your child no matter how big or little the 'happen' is. I wish Saturday never happened :o(