I Didn't Want to be a Dentist This Weekend

Just about every weekend lately has been taken up with dental stuff. Even my visit to my Dad's barbeque about a month ago turned into an assist at his office in a trauma case. So today was just devoted to my kids and errands.

After finishing most of our stops, I attempted to make ONE more. We were right next to Costco and, though I didn't need that many things I thought "I'm already here. Why not?" And then for a brief moment I felt very sure and urgently that I ought not try. Ever the pragmatist, I chose to ignore the prompting and proceed to get the enticingly great deal on eggs that awaited me inside the wherehouse. DUMB IDEA!!!

No sooner had we approached the threshold of Costco when "BAM!!!" Hayden pushed the cart into Nathan's foot, which sent the handle straight into Hayen's front tooth (#8 for all you dental nerds). There were several obvious cracks in the tooth but no pulp exposure, bleeding from the socket, a fat lip, and a wiggly tooth. My uncle Eric met me at his office in downtown San Rafael and let me take an x-ray. Nothing alarming, but we will have to be cautious and he may need a root canal someday. Hayden is fine, though a little sore.

Here I am trying to see the cracks by shining a light through the tooth. (Not very visible in the picture...and, yes I keep gloves in my house...even to examine my kids.)

So there goes my dental-free weekend. I guess I better get used to it. Pediatrics is all about the weekend trauma.

Moral of the story:
Don't ignore the Spirit or you may get your face bashed in!