An Unfortunate Dental Incident

Those who know me would understand how special of a history I have with dentists. And I wish none of my kids would ever even have a minute portion of such problems.
But kids are kids and as they are full of energy and carefree at times they just bump into things. So Noam fell on his face today. And knocked one of his tooth.
School called. Noam fell. Come pick him up. Daddy on his way.
Meanwhile, I needed to find the number for a dentist - a dentist that can speak some english, and that could see him today.  How do you say "my son fell" again? Refer to some emails seen on a expat forum. A strange coincidence, my husband's boss had needed such information for her own son and had emailed everyone there. Call a few of these dentists  - try my best portuguese with secretaries. Get to talk to one (dentist). Send son and husband to Xray. Then to this dentist.
Noam came back home with a brand new smile, a contention wire to hold the loose tooth, like the big kids with braces. He will be fine.
Mommy's hearth sank.