"Crappy" Is The Only Way To Describe This Week

They say a picture's worth a thousand words, so here it is. Our week, in pictures:
First this:

Then, this:
We're basically all surprisingly OK - physically, anyway. I'm a bit traumatized.

It began Monday night. Driving home on the 405 Freeway after my haircut appointment, I was contentedly listening to a podcast in a child-free (thank God) car when - CRASH! I was in the slow lane having just got on the freeway when an out-of-state driver in a rental car realized his lane was transitioning to the 90 Freeway. According to the CHP (aka: My Effin' Heroes), he plowed through some cones to avoid the transition, and changed lanes into the front side of my car. I remember the noise and the sight of my hood buckling. A piece of metal floated by. I swerved a bit to my left then straightened back out into my lane just as I saw the gore point.

I pulled over and glanced down at my lap. Hands, face, body - all there. All moving. No cuts. I think: "Holy shit, I'm OK." Then I lose it, BIG TIME. The other driver, being the braniac that he is, came to my window (right next to moving traffic), and all I could do was cry hysterically while trying to call 911. I choked out my desire to get him to move to the other side of my car because I didn't want to see his body floating by, either, but it took him awhile.

Then this morning, I watched as I have a million times before, as Riley stumbled while toddling about and fell on his face. We were at daycare and he just slammed into the door jam. I went right to him as he cried and immediately saw the gushing blood and a partial bit of tooth. He calmed down pretty quick. No, I still haven't.

I got him into a pediatric dentist a few hours later. After an excruciating battle for X-rays and a quick sand job of the jagged edges, she said there's not much we can do at this point until we see how bad it is. His front, bottom left tooth broke and got pushed back into his gums. Two other lowers and the upper all chipped. We have to watch for nerve damage and such.

My heart just breaks for his broken little face. Apparently, from what people have told me today, this happens all the time. With boys, it happens again and again. It's a long time until his permanent teeth will come in. I don't know if I can stand this trailer park look for very long.