When KA called me this morning that Jayden fell, my heart sank. I called home the next moment to check how things were. He was fine, assured mom-in-law. I was relieved and continued my work.

Then during lunch, KA called from home. He had gone back to take a look.

"I have good news and bad news," he said. "Which one first?"

"Cut that out. Just say."

"The good news is Jayden is not crying anymore, and playing as normal. The bad news ... he broke his two front teeth."

Oh shit.

My heart broke into a million pieces, and my mind went into a whirl. How did it happen? Why? Wasn't anyone watching him? Was he bleeding? Was he in pain? KA was relunctant to give more details except that Jayden had fell from the couch face down. He seemed to be alright, KA said.

But from my instinct and his tone, I knew something wasn't very right.

Then KA called me again shortly after leaving the house. "I didn't want to tell you this at home. They were blaming each other and I was trying to lighten things up. Dear, I'm very sad." It was very abnormal of KA, who was usually cool and in control, to say that. It must be extremely terrible. "Jayden bruised his lips. It seemed painful. He refused to eat. The gap in his teeth looked horrible." My heart ached again. I fought back my tears and recomposed myself back to work.

I didn't know how the rest of my day passed.

Although I braced myself for the worst, in the evening upon reaching home, my heart still wrenched when I saw my poor little boy. His gums (both upper and lower) were swollen. The chip in his two upper front teeth formed a triangular hole. Fortunately, he was taking his food again.

What I gathered later was, Venus had left Jayden with mom-in-law in the living room to had her breakfast. Our hyperactive boy had as usual sprawled his toys all over the floor. Next thing they knew, he tripped over a toy and fell face down. There were blood and incessant cries, and while they managed to console him, no one noticed his broken teeth until much later. They couldn't find the chipped pieces at all, so he might have swallowed it. When KA was home, everyone was pointing fingers at each other but no one really saw what happened.

I'm not going to find fault. What happened had happened, so there is no use finding fault. What made me mad was that no one bothered to tell me the instant when the accident occurred, and toned everything down. I am the mother, you know, and I have all the rights to know every single detail. Every single bloody detail.

I'm too tired. This is not the first time, and will not be the last.

Tomorrow, I'll bring Jayden to a pediatric dentist for a checkup. All I pray for is that the impact of the fall has not affected his nerve and the future growth of his permanent teeth, and that the dentist will not order the 2 teeth to be pulled out. The likelihood for the hole to be mended is quite low, so we'll have to live with it for the next 5 or 6 years.

Well, we are counting our blessings that it is not his nose that is broken.