Monday, June 29, 2009

Ever had a dog smash into your face?

Sunday we went up to the lake in the afternoon. It had been awhile since Rowan and Ian had seen Grandma, and it was such a nice day. We all headed to down to the dock for some swimming, of course bringing our lovable pup with us. I took Rowan into the water. I thought he would like a little inflatable boat to sit in, but it scared him, so I decided just to hold him and splash around with him. Grandma was enjoying watching Rowan swim from the bench, Ian was tossing a half filled water bottle for Cleo to chase, and Jeff and Dave were trying to get the little fishing boat started. 

All of a sudden I felt Cleo's body smash into my head and face. My head whipped back and I felt my upper and lower jaw crack together, but really was not sure what had happened. Although I didn't see her coming (how I missed it I'll never know), I knew it was her because I felt her fur, and, really, who else there would be oblivious enough to jump onto my head :) It took me a minute to realize what was going on. I could hear Jeff and Ian asking if I was okay, but I was trying to figure out what was wrong. Inside my mouth I could feel something awful and taste blood. At first I thought my tooth had been knocked out. It hurt so bad and I was shaking and couldn't answer Jeff. Finally I realized that the tooth was not knocked out, but had been knocked so far back that I couldn't close my mouth right. 

Jeff said when I took my hand away from my mouth and showed him, he fully expected there to be either huge claw marks on my face, or blood (There wasn't) or something. It was hard for him to even tell what happened, but it hurt so bad I was shaking and crying and couldn't talk. Jeff started yelling Hand me Rowan, Hand me Rowan.  We left the boys with Gramp and Gram and went into Princeton to the ER, and it took FOREVER. The dr injected my gum so it would numb up, gave me some perscriptions, and told me to get to the dentist right away on Monday to determine if I need oral surgery. So, now I wait, since of course the dentist doesn't open until one today. Did I mention I HATE going to the dentist?

I was very proud of Ian, when Jeff and I rushed out, he took charge of Rowan so Grandpa could help Grandma back up to the house in the golf cart. Grandpa said by the time they got up there, Ian already had Rowan out of his wet swim suit, had a dry diaper on him and had him dressed and was keeping him busy playing with him!! What a great big brother.

All I could keep thinking was how glad I was that Cleo did not land on Rowan, I'm certain things could have been much worse. I was holding him on my left hip and she completely missed him. I told Ian and Jeff that I think his guardian angels, probably one of those grandmas up in heaven, was watching out for him.

A big thanks to Gram and Gramp Stanton for taking care of the boys (Something they just can't stand doing you know ;)  and to Ian for watching Rowan!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Way to go Ian! Sorry that Happened to you Jill, how scary. I believe Rowan had lots of angels watching him that day!