BIG Ba-BOOM!

Tonight was one of those nights... One of the ones that you want to be a child and find that other person who can be responsible, keep it together, remain calm and allow you to fall apart. But alas, I am the grown-up. I am the mother, I am the "responsible one."

At Scott's annual work party, Jenna took a big "BA-BOOM" as we in the Farber household call it. She knocked out her front left tooth and chipped her front right one. Following a spill from a booster seat not attached to the chair, Jenna was lying on the floor, mouth pouring out blood. A panic set in and I raced her to Scott who scooped her up and began to sop up the blood with wet paper towels and a napkin.

The next hour plus is a haze; I know our reliable friend and dentist Dr. Jeff Karen met us in the parking lot of the hotel where the event was taking place. I know he instructed us to go to Winchester Hospital to see if she had swallowed the tooth or if it got lodged in her lungs. I know that we did as he told us-I would have driven to Florida if that was what he said needed to be done to make sure she was okay. I know that Mike, our dear supportive brother-in-law offered to take us to the hospital and I know I have never wanted to squeeze a man who is not my husband so tightly as I did him at that moment. I know that all I wanted to do was to take that pain away from my sweet, innocent, perfect, terrified, exhausted, first born. I know that I just couldn't do anything to make it better, and I know I wanted nothing more than to do that. I know that the x-rays showed no sign of a tooth inside, so what I don't know is where that foolish tooth went.

I know that I love my daughters and my husband more than any words can ever express. I know that we are so fortunate to have such an amazing family and extended family in the Hunts community. I know that Jenna has a long road ahead, of questions, people wanting to hear the story, inquiries about how she is doing. I know we have visits with the dentist, likely more than this one on Monday. I know that my near 3 year old daughter is one tough cookie. I know that she can be one stubborn little lady too-sure she doesn't get that from me! :) I know that no matter what she looks like, toothless and all, I adore her with that I am and all that I can be! She, Maya and Scott are my world and I know that just for that one moment when I wanted so badly to be the kid, I had to be the adult for her, and I did it, because, I'd do anything for my family.