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The Shocking Truth About the Day I Broke My Face

Who knew walking was such a dangerous sport? Never in a million years did I think something as simple as a morning walk would lead to gushing blood, a trip to the emergency room, and some missing teeth. Here’s the shocking truth about the day I broke my face.

Listen to “The Shocking Truth About the Day I Broke My Face” read aloud by the author.

A Normal Day

The day started like a normal morning. I woke up, threw on some workout clothes, and headed outside for my morning walk. Normally I would go for a run, but two months ago my doctor put me on a “no exercise” regimen.

I’m currently 28 weeks pregnant and have been diagnosed with placenta previa. This is a condition in which the placenta is fully covering my cervix. Any pelvic trauma could cause bleeding and loss of life for my baby. I have been cleared to walk, but was told no other exercise.

As I headed out the door, I grabbed my Aftershokz headphones, my phone, and my mini tripod. In my head I was planning out a new Instagram Reel titled something like, “3 Morning Habits to Make it a Great day”.

I shot my first two video clips and continued listening to my “Dream It, Pin It, Live It” audiobook by Terri Savelle Foy. Simultaneously, I was tuning in to the audio clues on my Runkeeper app for the Run to Escape: Mission to Mount Olympus challenge.

The Fall That Broke My Face

As my Runkeeper app notified me that I had just completed 3 miles of my 3.1 mile challenge, I began rounding the final bend to my house. This is when everything changed.

Out of nowhere, the sidewalk caught my right foot just so which flung my body forward. One step, two steps, three steps. I tried to regain control of my body, but to no avail. BAM!

My face made contact with the sidewalk so forcefully that I will never forget the sound and sensation of my teeth breaking against the cement. Immediately upon impact, I sat up as blood began gushing from my mouth.

My immediate instinct was to call my husband. I quickly clicked on his name and spoke to him through the Aftershokz headphones that now sat crooked on my head.

In a haze with blood still sputtering out of my mouth, I shakily said in a half panic, “I’ve fallen.”

After a brief exchange back and forth (23 seconds to be exact), he quickly arrived on the scene in his car.

The Aftermath of Breaking My Face

When hubby first arrived, I was still sitting in a daze with blood dripping down my face, on to my shirt, pants, and the sidewalk. He got out of his car a little unsure of what to do and handed me a tissue.

As I stood up I said, “I’m going to walk home. I don’t want to get blood in your car.”

Truth be told, I wanted to walk home for two reasons. One, I knew hubby takes great pride in a clean car. He wouldn’t want to go through the pain of cleaning up blood from his upholstered passenger seat. Two, I still had .1 miles to track in my Challenge of Hades run/walk as part of my Run to Escape: Mission to Mount Olympus virtual experience.

As I pushed “resume” on my Runkeeper app and began the .1 mile walk back to my house, I called my mom. She, of course, had a little bit more of an emotional response than that of my husband who is not a man of many emotions.

Mom and I spoke on the phone while I made the four minute walk home bloody and battered. There was so much blood!

Once home, I hung up the phone and headed upstairs to get changed out of my bloody clothes. While quickly assessing my wounds and changing into a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, I called my principal. I had to let him know that I would not be able to attend to my virtual 5th grade teaching responsibilities.

Less than 10 minutes later, my mom arrived to my house as I left in a whirlwind.

What About the Baby?

I knew my teeth would get fixed and my surface wounds would eventually heal. The only thing I really cared about was the baby. Was she okay? Had my fall injured her?

I quickly grabbed an ice pack wrapped in a towel and headed out the door with my cell phone and purse in hand. Before walking out, I threw my shirt to my mom and asked, “Can you please soak this? It has blood all over it?” (It was a CIM shirt that meant a lot to me.)

As I drove down the street, I called urgent care. They told me to go to the emergency room since they didn’t have an ultrasound machine there. I then called my doctor’s office and they told me to go straight to labor and delivery. My final call was to my dentist. I wanted to make sure they could do something to salvage what remained of my front teeth.

Somehow I managed to hold it together until I got to the fourth floor of the hospital. As I started telling the lady behind the plexiglass, “I’ve fallen and I just want to make sure the baby is okay,” I began crying.

The kind nurse came out from behind the plexiglass, held me in a sideways hug, and escorted me up to the fifth floor.

Quickly and oh-so-kindly, the ladies of labor and delivery got me checked in and situated in exam room one. They hooked me up to the baby monitor and then I heard the sound I had been waiting for… my baby’s heartbeat.

For the first time since I broke my face, I let out a sigh of relief. She was okay.

What About the Broken Face?

As soon as I knew that my baby was okay, I hopped on to Instagram to give an update about what had occurred. Here’s the pic that I posted.

The Shocking Truth About the Day I Broke My Face

As I sat listening to the soothing melodic beat of my growing baby’s heartbeat, I also posted the following message to my 5th graders in Google Classroom, “Hi. I’m okay, but I took a fall on my walk this morning and am at the doctor’s office. Probably no work posted today. Still attend Zoom and read pages posted on Weekly Plan sheet.”

Soon both my midwife and doctor appeared in my exam room. I promised them that I was not doing anything crazy when I fell. I was simply walking! They told me to “take it easy”, remain at the hospital for 2 – 4 hours, and then keep an eye on the baby for the next several days.

Before long I got checked out of the hospital and was on my way to the dentist, at least that’s what I thought.

Time to Reflect

The dentist wasn’t able to see me until later in the afternoon, so I headed home to shower, reflect, and rest.

I can not count the number of times I laughed the day I broke my face. I mean, really, what else was I to do? Crying and getting upset certainly was not going to make anything any better.

Before showering, I headed outside to revisit the scene of the crime. I made the .1 mile walk back down the street and snapped pics of the blood stains that showed where I had been.

After spending some time in reflection at the scene of the crime, I returned home to shower and then head back out to the dentist’s office. I had no idea what they were going to say nor how much it would cost me.

Fortunately, the dentist was able to do a pretty speedy temporary repair to my teeth. Only time will tell if I’ll need a root canal to repair the damaged nerves in my teeth, an implant, or simply some crowns.

Once the numbing medicine wore off, I found myself in excruciating pain, possibly the worst pain of the day. The adrenaline had worn off, the tylenol they had given me at the hospital had worn off, and now I was just left with the aftermath of a broken face along with other injuries.

Lessons Learned From My Broken Face

I’m a firm believer that there are lessons to be learned in all things. Here are three lessons that I learned in my “not so great” day.

⁣⁣1. Daily movement energizes me.

2. Give gratitude in all circumstances.

3. There’s still much to be grateful for even when you break your face.

Had I not been regularly working on my physical and mental health, my fall could have had a different outcome. Because I have been intentional about implementing three daily habits, I was able to see the beauty in the midst of the pain.

I’m now giving you the opportunity to snag my top three daily habits to bring about improved health and vitality in your life! Simply click on the button below to purchase your “Top 3 Daily Habits Tracker”.

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I greatly appreciate your love, prayers, and support. The proceeds of this daily habits tracker will be used to pay for the medical bills associated with the fall that broke my face.

Comment below and tell me, “Have you ever fallen while running and/or walking?” I’d love to swap stories with you!

Love Stephanie, your cheerleader for improved mental and physical health
The Shocking Truth About the Day I Broke My Face

9 Comments

  1. I don’t know if you remember, but I fell when I was pregnant with Zoe. I was mopping the floor and slipped on that wet ceramic tile. I remember the feeling of “Did I just hurt my baby?” I’m so glad that you and baby girl are both doing well! Love and prayers, Nichole

  2. I fell while quickly walking to the bathroom during intermission at a play. I felt like it was in slow motion ,but I got up so quickly put my shoe back on and headed to the bathroom! I was so scared for you when I saw your post. I’m so happy to hear baby is doing well, I hope your pain goes away soon.

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