Humpty Dumpty

My beautiful baby has had a couple of "incidents" over the last few weeks that have earned him the nickname Humpty Dumpty.  He has required all of the king's horses and all of the king's men (pediatric dentist and pediatric urgent care physician) to put his face back together again.  :(

I'm so glad that I took some pictures of his face before it was changed forever.  Sniff, sniff.  :(

While we were at Great Wolf Lodge, Owen took a nose dive off of the bed.  Bless his heart - it was just a total accident.  He leaned forward and got off balance and just face planted straight onto the floor.  I scooped him up to console him and, when he lifted his head off of my shoulder, there was blood on my shirt.  We went to the bathroom to assess the damages.  He had busted his bottom lip, so we knew that is where the blood was from.  We got it to stop bleeding and he was back to being his happy little self.

It wasn't until we were back home and I was feeding him dinner that I realized that he had broken off half of his front tooth!  I was (and still am) soooo upset about it.  I got him in to see our pediatric dentist first thing the next morning.  They did X-rays and assured me that it is not as bad as it looks.  It looks pretty bad.  :( 

It didn't chip far enough to affect the nerves and cause him pain - thank the Lord!  The dentist said that there is still a small chance that the tooth could change colors and that would indicate that the root was dead.  In that case, there would be no other option but to pull it.  That would be worst case scenario.  The tooth has not even fully come in yet, so the dentist wants to see him back in a month for an exam and more X-rays.  At that time, he may be able to file it down a bit to make it less noticeable.  If that doesn't work, then he will put a porcelain crown on it.  Oy vey!  His poor little mouth.  I'm just praying that our dentist can do something to fix my baby's smile.  

I was so upset during the exam, that I didn't get any pictures of Owen's first dentist appointment.  Mom fail.  :(  I thought about it in the parking lot and snapped a quick picture with his tooth brush. 

A week to the day after that incident, my boy took another tumble.  It was Clayton's first day of school, and we had just gotten home from picking him up.  I needed to lay Owen down for his afternoon nap, but I decided to let him toddle around downstairs and stretch his legs first (he had been in the car for an hour).  I was sitting on the couch sorting through Clayton's school folder.  I heard Clayton close the gate at the bottom of the stairs and saw him on the landing at the midpoint of our stairs.  Then, I heard Owen start that wailing cry that sends chills up your spine.  By the time that I rounded the corner, I saw him sitting next to the stair gate and he had blood covering his whole face and dripping off of his chin.  I panicked.  Like bad.  I screamed for Wade and he came running from the office.  We cleaned him up enough to see that his forehead was split wide open. 

I still have no earthly idea how he cut it on the stair gate.  I know that Clayton didn't have anything to do with it, because he was halfway up the stairs before Owen even fell.  I think that he must have just tripped or something.  I guess we'll never know.

I was too upset to think, so I told Wade to call Leah.  I joke that she is the other half of my brain, and that day she really was!  ;)  I knew that he needed stitches or something beyond what I could do, I just wasn't sure where to take him.  At Leah's suggestion, we loaded up to go to the Cook's Urgent Care near us. 

The bleeding had pretty much stopped, but we slapped a Cars band-aid on Poor Baby's forehead for the car ride.  Have you ever seen anything so pitiful?  Breaks my heart...

 He was happy by the time that we got there.  But, his cut was really deep.  I knew that it would leave a pretty wicked scar without some form of medical intervention.

 The nurses and doctor at Cook's were awesome.  They were armed with bubbles, play doh, and movies for all three boys.  :)  The doctor assured me that it was in the perfect spot for glue and that it would heal with less of a scar than if she stitched it.  They cleaned it up really well and then put a Novocaine gel on to cause the blood vessels to constrict and to ease the pain.  Sweet Thing was so tired by this point.  He was happy to snuggle while we waited for the Novocaine to take full effect.

He cried and screamed while they applied the glue.  Quite traumatic for my little fella - for his Mama too!  We cuddled some more...

 Then he was back to his happy self!  Paci smiles are the best.  :)

People have teased about him being a rough and tumble boy, but neither of these things were the result of him being rough.  They were just accidents.  He's a new walker and still a bit unstable.  He isn't a great judge of distance just yet, so falls are bound to happen.  It's just the age that he is.  I know that.  It makes me so sad, though.  I am so tempted to make him wear our Sesame Street tricycle helmet full time.  ;)  Hopefully, his head will heal with minimal scarring, and the dentist can fix his smile.  I'm ready for my precious boy's face to be back intact.  Love that boy so much!