Just Our Luck

Things have been crazy this week, and I figured all would be back to normal (again, I don’t know what normal really is) but I have not had a chance to blog at all. I really didn’t want to blog tonight, but I just had to share with you our “adventure” for the day.

It would seem that anytime I feel like I really have nothing to blog about…something just whacks me in the face (no pun intended…which you’ll get in a second) and I have to share. Now on to today…

How could a little boy go from this:

To this:

Well when my lil’ man should have been laying up in my bed watching a movie on the computer, he decided to play around and fell hitting his teeth on the wooden desk chair. (yep, I can so see the teeth marks) I was downstairs when this transpired, feeding my daughter and I heard a big boom. I just figured Ethan dropped/broke something…which still wouldn’t be good, but when I heard the blood curdling scream I ran upstairs. My poor baby looked petrified, he was hysterical, and blood was pouring out of his mouth. Without thinking I picking him up, darted downstairs, got a glass of water and tried to get him to rinse out his mouth to see what we were dealing with. Then I grabbed the phone dialed my husband at work and our conversation went a little like this:

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ten minutes later

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I called him again:

“Yes Britt.”

“Okay, his gums look like he got a carpet burn, they’re shredded. He’s still bleeding pretty bad and one tooth is loose. We either need to go to the doctor or the hospital…so you need to come home.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

After I got off of the phone with Sam I called my mom to see if she could come sit with the other two, because all this was happening while Titus and Paisley were sleeping, thank the Lord. And I realize one of us could have stayed with the other children, but I was not about to leave my baby boy in his time of need and I also needed Sam to go with me because I quite possibly could act a hot mess at the doctor’s office.

Before either of them got to my house I was still trying to get Ethan to rinse out his mouth with water and keep an eye on his traumatized teeth/gums…but then he looked at me and said:

So I dropped the cup, grabbed my son, and began sobbing. How could I not hold him, hug him, tell him everything was going to be okay? I couldn’t make it better right then, but he thought there was comfort…and possibly healing power in my arms. It crushed my heart to know that I could only deliver one of those.

When Sam arrive home, he evaluated the situation and we decided to call the dentist. The dentist agreed that we should come in and we were on our way.

He didn’t really want to smile for me.

Then I reminded him that he would get to suck on a popsicle when we got home. 

fun kid colors…and scary dental equipment

My little man on a big table.

Being silly waiting on the dentist.

He was so brave and sat still while the dentist poked at his teeth.

(look at him grip the side…sad)

Checking on his x-rays.

To cut to the chase, Ethan broke some bone and his tooth is sagging a little. The dentist thinks it probably will survive, but there is no way to tell. We (us and the dentist) have to keep a close eye on it for a whole year to make sure. If we make it to that point then his tooth is home free. Drama...and Stress.

Good grief this kid is only 4 (almost)…What else is going to happen? I might just send him everywhere covered in bubble wrap.