Fall is well underway here.  Even in the few short days since I took this photo, the trees have mostly turned yellow, as have the grasses.  

Last Thursday Jack had an accident at the skateboard park and chipped his two front teeth.  I wasn't there but I imagine there was a fair bit of screaming and crying involved.  I took him to a dentist on Friday and he had an x-ray that showed he had chipped the backs of both his front teeth and needed fillings on those chips to protect the nerve and the teeth themselves.  

The dentist was amazing and I don't think Jack even knew that he received any needles in his mouth.  He hated the numbing of his mouth and lip.  He hated the mouth guard which kept his mouth open.  He hated everything and ended up crying and yelling poor guy.  The dentist had a hard time getting even one filling done and suggested nitrous oxide for next time.  I sat right beside Jack, holding his hands the whole time, trying to comfort him.  The staff were all amazing and so kind.

I talked a lot and had a terrible time filling in the insurance accident form.  I couldn't sit down and did I mention the non stop talking?  I finally did sit down and I did shut up.  

Once we left the office, I started crying.  I didn't realize how stressed I had been by everything.  My son, Jack's father, smashed both of his front teeth when he was two years old, much blood and screaming.  Miss Katie smashed her front teeth when she was eleven, one dead tooth and one chipped tooth.  When I was twelve-ish, I had eleven teeth pulled, two teeth every two weeks by our family dentist.  My adult teeth were coming in before my baby teeth had fallen out and my mouth was too crowded  It was a nightmare for me and I'm still afraid of dentists to this day.  All of this came together in one afternoon while holding my grandson's hands while he had his first negative experience with a dentist.  He cried and then I cried, and then we talked about it.  The body remembers, despite our best efforts it seems.

He was very happy after we left the dentist's office, chatting away.  He had been quiet all day before the dentist appointment and I asked him if he had been worried.  He told me that he had been worried that the dentist would pull a tooth out of his mouth, while he was awake!  Or that he might end up with a metal tooth like one of his classmates who has a gold crown.  He got two toys from the dentist's office and I got a long list of things to watch for including infection and the tooth dying.  We have an appointment to go back in November for another filling but with nitrous oxide this time.

So that was last week.  On Saturday night the poor bugger got diarrhea in the middle of the night which kept us both awake for awhile.  On Sunday night, poor nana got diarrhea in the middle of the night (in spite of washing my hands very well), and I was awake for about an hour.  Last night I hit a wall and crawled into my bed at 7:20pm, unable to cope with anything, not even being tired.  I feel human again this morning thankfully.

No pottery today, groceries, laundry, and dog walks.  

Tonight we're having pizza from the Italian Centre, so no cooking tonight!