My poor little boy...

The boys and I were getting ready for our day, I asked Michael and Jack to clean up the toy room. Michael saw a spoon that obviously didn't belong in the toy room and threw it, trying to hit the table. Wesley was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We went to Children's Hospital close to us, just for them to send us downtown to the oral surgeons at the main branch. My mom came and helped out with the older kids. I don't know what I would of done if she wasn't available. When we got there, all of the surgery rooms were full. We could wait until six in the evening, come back tomorrow or...Give him some local to numb the spot and do it that way. I asked the doctor what he would do, if this was his child. He said that he would get it out now, because we wouldn't want anymore damage to his gum. So, the got out the "sleeping bag,"(just two weeks before this, they used the same thing on him to get his stitches out, he went crazy) they got him in it, I got him settled down. They numb him, he is pretty calm until they pulled out their equipment. My poor baby!!! The doctor was telling him every little detail of what was going to happen, Wesley is screaming bloody murder. As he was screaming, he would spit blood all over. The sound of them breaking and removing the rest of the tooth was enough for me!!! While they were doing it, he would look at me like why are you letting them do this. What a tramitizing day for the both of us. After the procedure, we both worked up an appitite and ate more then we typically do. Thank you so much mom for helping out!!!

After his nap, he woke up happy and normal.
Yesterday, the gum was black and you can still see the bone. He has been more clingy than normal; but still his happy go lucky self!!!