What's most important

We had a late night last night.

My daughter was in a softball tournament a couple of hours from here, but we weren't able to go. We were planning on going to the games on Saturday.

After my husband got home from work, he said he wanted to go for a walk. I changed out of my pj's (no really, I was in my pj's at 5:00) and we headed down the street with the dog.

On our way back home, one of K's friend's dad's called us. I thought that was a little odd, unless of course something was wrong.

Sigh.

My daughter was hit in the mouth with a softball. She was catching a ball and it bounced up and smacked her right in the kisser. Immediately it began bleeding, and one of her front teeth was knocked partially out and pushed back.

We both talked to her on the phone, and the man that called us decided to very kindly leave the game with his family and bring her home for us. While they were on the road, we began googling emergency dentists in our area. Unfortunately, our dentist does not offer emergency services, but we found a great one.

I know my daughter loves me, but she wanted her dad to be with her during this doctor's visit. Maybe it's because he works in the health care industry and feels more comfortable in situations like this or because he went with her to all of her doctor's visits for her broken ankle.

Honestly, I don't care why. I am just thankful that he was able to be there. He didn't complain about the outrageous bill he paid last night or the fact that he didn't get to bed until 1 am. He got up cheerily for work and even wrote her a sweet note to wake up with. What a dad!

After the x-rays last night they realized that the tooth was broken all the way through up to the gum line, so they told her she won't be able to keep it. She asked us if it could miraculously be healed and be saved, and we both told her (on separate occasions) that anything is possible with God! (Matthew 19:26)

After the x-rays, she was numbed up really well and then her tooth was put back into place. They thought they were going to have to bond it to her other teeth, but it stayed put really easily. So far so good. Then an impression was made for a "flipper", which is basically a retainer with a tooth on it.

My husband paid the bill, they went to get some prescriptions filled, and then stopped to get something for her to eat with her antibiotics. She is supposed to have set her alarm to get up in a little while to take her meds and then head back to bed.

God is so good. He is faithful to protect us when we ask Him to and even when we don't. She could have been hurt much worse, but she wasn't. We had friends to help with getting her home for us, we have dental insurance, and the money to pay the bill last night.

It's not about the money or the late night or the drama. It's about Him. That's what's most important.

Originally posted February 2009 @ Mom in Transition