Going, Going, Gone!

Finally, after months and months of wiggling, Kamryn has lost her first tooth!  If you have been reading my blog for awhile, I posted about when we first discovered that Kamryn had a loose tooth.  I thought for sure those teeth would be falling out faster than a meth addict’s, but she wasn’t too aggressive with wiggling.

We were at Old Navy this afternoon, (where I found an awesome Elvis T-Shirt for $3.43) and Kamryn was fiddling with her tooth a little more than usual.  On the way home, she told me that it was really loose and she thought it might fall out.  I kind of glanced at it, but it didn’t quite have that hanging by a thread look to it.

Once we got home, she told Ryan that it was really loose and he shoved his hand in her mouth and started tugging.  There was a brief moment of panic when it started to bleed.  I told him to stop because it wasn’t ready, but he insisted that it was hanging by a thread.  He grabbed a paper towel and yanked it out!

Kamryn and I both had tears in our eyes at this point.  My little girl has taken the first step in loosing that little girl smile.  I could tell the whole thing was a little traumatic for Kamryn so I had to suck it up and get excited instead of wallow in the sadness of losing a part of my first born.

I gave her a big hug and she turned on her heel and ran back to her room to look in the mirror at the newly made hole in her smile.  I asked her what she thought the Tooth Fairy was going to bring her for that first tooth.  She said, without one ounce of hesitation, “Five dollars like she brought Abigail.”  (Thanks a lot, Kate.)

So now I’m going back to the picture that I posted when we first discovered a loose tooth:I was wrong with my assumption that the top one was going to be the first to go.  It ended up being the “Pretty Loose” one on the bottom.  I was also wrong at how fast I thought the teeth were going to come out.  The picture above was taken on May 17th and I thought it would take about a month.  We’re over 2 months later and finally got one out.

Here is my girl’s new smile…sure to be only temporary as the adult tooth is already visible and is probably going to nudge the neighboring tooth out of it’s position.

The Tooth Fairy Is On Call

When Kamryn was born 5 1/2 years ago, one of my biggest concerns as a new mom was How am I ever going to get her to pee in the toilet?  I knew I would be able to take care of her, feed her, bathe her, etc. but the potty training was always that looming obstacle that I thought was going to be absolutely the hardest thing of my life.  As it turns out, potty training has been one of the easiest things to teach both of my children.

Since conquering the bodily functions portion of my parenting, my attention has been focused on losing teeth.  Kamryn has more than one loose tooth in her mouth and the very thought of that wriggling, hanging by a thread tooth makes me shutter.  She doesn’t seem to be phased by her pending tooth loss – it could be because they aren’t to that “hanging by a thread” stage yet, but it’s just a matter of time.

I hated losing teeth.  The first one was exciting, sure, but after that, I was over it.  I didn’t like biting into something and having my tooth get twisted around or the inability to prevent my tongue from prodding at it.  And then once the tooth was gone, that soft, gushy hole of bloody tissue was impossible to avoid with my tongue. I was always so happy when that hard, sharp, adult tooth made it’s way through.

I was in 2nd grade and attending the high school football bonfire (my dad was the football coach – I didn’t just hang out with teenagers when I was 7) and instead of watching the goings on of the cheerleaders, marching band and football players, I was trying to pull out one of my bottom front teeth.  It was literally just hanging there, but whatever I did to try and get it out, that last little bit of tissue would not release itself from my gums.  I twisted it until it sent a shooting pain into my mouth and then back the other way until the same pain was felt.  I think it fell out that night in my sleep and I awoke with it stuck between my bottom lip and gums. I wished that was how all of my teeth fell out.

The following year, in 3rd grade, I sat at the reading table at school and yanked out 3 teeth in about a 20 minute time span.  I remember Miss Barry eying me because I pretty much sat with my whole hand in my mouth trying to pry out the other teeth.  Once the first one fell out, I was determined to get the others out ASAP.

I hope Kamryn’s teeth fall out fast and without any assistance from me.  I can’t do it.  The very thought of grabbing on to one of those little porcelain-like nuggets makes me nauseous.  It’s fine now because I know that they aren’t to the point of actually falling out, but I know that within a month Kamryn is going to be meticulously wriggling those little teeth until they get that unnatural, Jewel-like snaggletooth position.

The Tooth Fairy has a stack of dollars at the ready for when that first tooth inevitable frees itself from my little girl’s mouth and I’m sure all the fear that I had at this being a traumatic experience will prove to be otherwise.  I should take my cues from the one actually losing the tooth instead of fabricating some bloody mouth massacre!