Jaws

My poor little guy had an accident at school yesterday
and now has a DISLOCATED JAW and a CONCUSSION.

He was playing Flag Football after school.
You know, that fun, NON CONTACT sport?
Well, the person he was guarding - a girl -
swung around and hit him in the chin with her arm.
His jaw got locked - OPEN.
He was in pain, dizzy, and couldn't close his mouth.
Thank God I was there. I was going to run a few errands
but decided to watch them play.
I ran out to the field, he was panicking.
They laid him down and I got him to slow his
breathing so he could calm down and hopefully close
his mouth. I called my dentist -WHOM I LOVE- and he called
an oral surgeon and said they were waiting for me.
Dylan was too dizzy to walk to the car, so I got the car
and off we raced. When I say raced, I mean it.
I really drove fast because all I could focus on was
Dylan crying in the back saying, "it hurts, it hurts".
I was not on my best game. I kept trying to call Paul
but I kept hitting the wrong numbers on the phone.
AND I HAVE THE NUMBERS PROGRAMMED!
For some reason I kept trying to dial.
They gave Dylan oxygen at the oral surgeon because he was
still dizzy. They took an X-Ray and thankfully his jaw was
not broken, but it was dislocated. Then we raced off to the
emergency room for a CT scan to see if he had a concussion.
No CT scan but yes on the concussion. They could tell from
his reaction to the injury.
So - exhale - he is fine.
Soft foods for a week and we go back to the surgeon on Friday.
My dentist called last night and today to see how D was feeling.
I LOVE MY DENTIST
and I'm not just saying it because his son reads my blog.
Anyway, when it was all over I felt like crying.
I was so shaken up by the whole thing. I'm surprised at myself.
I couldn't even fill out the papers at the surgeons.
Today, we're taking it easy.
Here are some pics of my boy enjoying a milkshake.