Wednesday, July 11, 2012

It is Finished.

9 weeks after the accident the remaining mounds of metal were finally removed from Jason's mouth yesterday.


Getting hit in the face with a fast ball will kick your butt.
Errrr your face.

We had strawberries alongside dinner last night and he bit into one and said how nice it is that he could actually bite into a food instead of having to pull it apart and put it in the side of his mouth.

That blessed child is so much more patient than I.

They clipped the wires holding his jaw together a few weeks ago but
yesterday they took out the strands of metal that were holding the arch bar in place in both his upper and lower jaw.

Hold on....
let me say that again in case you missed it.


Ya know....
the strands of metal that were woven in between his teeth. 

I have just one word for that.


I didn't take a picture of the metal but sitting here now typing this I wish I would have.
But never fear.
Google is here.

Here's what the arch bars and metal strands look like:

Being the strong supportive mother sissy I am...
I couldn't look.
I could see how painful it was for him.
So I diverted my eyes and sang lullabies in my head and resisted the urge to suck my thumb.

It was bad.

I asked him if the impact injury the day of the accident or this was more painful and he lamented that it was a bit of tie.


I think that about sums it up.

7 boys and so far we have had one broken pinkie
one broken jaw
and one broken heart.

Not too bad I tell ya.
Not too bad.


  1. Yowch! What a great kid to be able to endure all that. I think I'd kind of go a little crazy with all that in my mouth!

  2. Ouch! I had dental surgery 3 times as a child/young adult, and it was definitely more painful than childbirth. Definitely more painful (and I had Adam drug-free...still no surgery was more painful).

  3. Ouch! I feel for both of you.
    I have 3 boys and we have had 6 broken arms (2 each), 1 fractured skull, a broken thumb, a broken hand, a gash in the lower leg that went to the bone, many, many stitches and far more visits to the emergency department than I care to remember. Ahh the joys of boys!