All I want for Chrithmath

I'll explain....

For the 4th of July we were invited down to Gunnison with our Utah family Amy and Aaron Schauers and Co. We headed down Friday afternoon and looked forward to a great weekend of food, fireworks, parades, and good fun. It was very quiet and started out wonderful. The boys were so excited to play with all the other kids and they all get along very well. Kayden loved this porch swing and asked for his dad to put one in his room.

The kids jumped on the trampoline in the 90 degree weather until they were bright red and over heating, so grandpa got out the hose and started squirting them down!

Brooks just chilled on the porch with us and I loved relaxing and visiting with the ladies.

And then.... I decided to go over to the trampoline and visit with the boys. They'd been on tramps dozens of times and while they scare me, most of what my boys do scare me to some degree and I thought I'd gotten to the point of just praying for the best and letting boys be boys. Then in 1/2 second his little foot slipped through the spring after a big jump and his entire body weight came down on the top of his jaw, right on the metal bar. It all happened in slow motion, I had time to think 'he'll probably pinch his leg on the spring but he has jeans on so it won't be that bad.' Then I saw something fly like 4 feet in the air and I thought 'that couldn't be his teeth, I wonder if someone threw a rock.' Then he sat up, put his hand to his mouth-wow. I panicked and handed the baby to Ashlyn, well didn't hand him at this point I was yelling and freaking out. I grabbed Trace and we ran inside. There was so much blood and he was in so much pain I couldn't really make sense of anything. I get the shakes really bad with situations like this so I wasn't really any help.

Everyone just went to work. Aaron got us some ice, Shauna ran and got the teeth, Heather tried to put them back in but he was moving all over and there was too much blood and swelling already. Grandma got on the phone with the ER who told us to call a Dentist. By this time it was 9 on a Friday night, where are we gonna find a dentist in Gunnison? Wendy put the teeth in milk (which turns out is the 2nd best thing to do with them after putting them in bloody spit). The men gathered around Trace (and thank goodness grandpa grabbed Kayden so he could be apart of it, it really made an impression on him) and we went in the room for a priesthood blessing.

Almost by the time we were done Grandma had found a dentist about 10 minutes away that said to meet him at his office. Wendy navigated, I sat in the back with Trace and bless Brooks heart he went to sleep even though it was time for him to eat.

That was a very long drive ( to me). The Dr was so very nice and helpful. He had to pop Trace's other front tooth back into place as it had been bumped back quite a bit. He looked at the teeth in the cup and said how perfect and pretty they were, all intact etc so I'm thinking put them back in and let this nightmare be over. Then he put them in a bag and handed them to me and said 'I guess the tooth fairy is coming early to you buddy. This will be your new smile until your 8 or so.' Up to this point I really thought they could just put them back in. My little sister had popped out a tooth and my mom put it back in. I'd heard of it happening before. My heart just sank.

Pictures do not show at all how much his little gums look like hamburger. This is 3 days later and you can barely see the black and blue and purple but it goes all the way across his upper mouth. The dentist said to give it 4-6 weeks to heal then go look at options which could be a bridge, a retainer or something but then he'll be growing so fast we would have to do it every 6 months or so as to not stunt the growth of his mouth by holding things in place. But it will be so long before new teeth come in that we have to at least to spacers to keep the other teeth from moving in on them.

So I won't bore you with the millions of horrible thoughts and worries that have been going on in my head. It took me 2 days to be able to sleep, every time I closed my eyes I saw it all happening again and just replayed everything over and over and over again. What if the kids in school make fun of him? What if it damaged his permanent teeth, he landed so hard right on his gums! Your smile is the first thing people notice and what if he has to deal with this the rest of his life! What if his teeth go all gray and gross looking. What if we can't afford to fix it right, we don't have dental insurance. Sorry I said I would start so I'll stop there.

He already had a little speech issue-you should hear it now. Eating has been interesting, I close my eyes and imagine his little bite on a cheeseburger-his former favorite food. We've had to cut everything into really small pieces and put it in the back of his mouth, and after just a few bites he gets frustrated and quits, but then is starving again 10 minutes later. I've tried ice cream and popsicles and yogurt but the poor guy is a cheeseburger fan!

Anyway, back to the weekend. We got back to the house just in time for fireworks-fiwawoths. Trace sat there on the grass, looked up and them and said 'thith ith the beths day of my life.' The next morning we got up and went to the parade, it was really cool. We relaxed around the house a little more, the boys went on a 4wheeler ride then we headed home. The first time Trace looked in the mirror he got really said and said 'mommy i look funny.' I started crying-again.

So, now starts the hunt for a good pediatric dentist who will help us out not having insurance, and me getting over the fact that I really couldn't have just stuck my hand out and saved the day.

So if you see Trace, tell him how handsome and cute he is, but stand back-he spits.