My immediate fear was that it was bad, really bad. And although I was only a foot away, I couldn't get to her quick enough. I swooped her into my arms, held her tight and said a super fast prayer asking her to be ok before I could look. I was so afraid at what I would see. Thankfully, her face wasn't bad. But her poor mouth was busted. And those poor 2 front teeth (that have met the concrete on other days) were busted once again. Blood and tears and MY fear for her simply overwhelmed me.
I hate to see my children hurt. In those moments, I feel completely helpless and helpless is a terrible feeling. I just wanted to snap my fingers and make her hurt go away, make the blood and swelling stop and just make her okay. These are the Mommy moments that are the hardest. So, I held her and talked to her and tried to calm her as she snuggled closer to my chest. Being a holiday, at 7:00 at night, I knew finding a dentist would be next to impossible. Calling everyone we new in the dental field in the next few minutes was all I knew to do. Thankfully my mother is a nurse and was watching all the 'medical' things and my mother in law works at a dental office and called the dentist for me. He told us what to do and we did. A little while later she was back on her feet and playing. She was still hurting but also not wanting to miss anything.
Today, I woke with an urgency to see what I could do. What I found out late last night is that all the dentists that were on my mental list to get into today (Bug's dentist is out of town) are all out of town. However, we have good people around us. After a quick phone to Bug's hygienist, she confirmed what I was already feeling. I soon after swooped her up and took her to a hygienist that lives nearby and she again confirmed. No dentist today...we will wait til Monday and do all that these 2 woman suggested. After coming home, Dr. B calls and again confirms and offers a few more suggestions to get us through the weekend.
See, I knew what I needed to do today. Her mouth looked better, but she still needs to be seen. But panic is never good. Panic makes you not think clearly. And last night I was truly panicked. Seeing my baby hurt is absolutely the worst thing EVER.
So, Monday we may be at the dentist instead of gymnastics...
Not such a good start to our week. Trying to be optimistic...these are baby teeth. Hoping they will hang in with us for a little longer, but if not...at least they aren't permanent teeth?
All this panic and fear over Bug's bumps and boo boo's really got me thinking. I was terrified at how much she seemed to be in pain. I just wanted to make it better. I was literally sick to my stomach, had to get a sprite to calm it. It wasn't the blood, but the fear that she was really hurt and I could not make her better.
Over the past few weeks I've followed the story of a little girl name Teresa. Teresa was adopted and has fought a battle most of her life. She recently received a new heart...and then the transplant failed. And soon after, Teresa was given her wings and was met at Heaven's gate. It broke my heart for this family. But sitting there last night with, what seems very very very minor in compassion to sweet Teresa....the fear I had as a mother, how does that even compare to the battle that Teresa and her family fought? So, I sit here tonight pondering life...and death. Pondering how parents with children in these situations must feel constantly, not knowing if the next simple cold will take their child's life.
So to all you Mommy's out there fighting battles of life and death, or simple bumps and boo boo's...I will pray for your tears and fears. I pray that no matter the severity of your little ones boo boo, that you know exactly what to say to comfort and love and calm your little one. And for those of us with small boo boo's....please reach out and say an extra prayer for those Mommy's with children with big boo boo's.
{before the big fall}
xoxo
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