Suddenly, my mind was racing "I'm not ready for this, what happens when it's time to come out... I don't wanna... I don't wanna... ewwww". Heck, I had no idea if I had days or weeks to prepare myself for it. I was excited but I was nervous. So was Ali.
So I'd heard that eating pizza does the trick for helping get teeth out, but apparently, so does chewy homemade chocolate chip cookies. At bed time last night I asked to see her loose tooth again, she moved it and it didn't move back. It was obvious that it had to come out before bed. Oh dear... I'm not ready! But, we've all seen it work; tie some floss (like I'm tying shoes) and pull, right? WRONG!
I looped the floss and tried to put it over her tooth which was a feat in itself. I'd just get it close, she'd move her lip and off it would come. Over and over again. The two attempts that did tie ended up loosened as I pulled and no tooth came with it. I'm trying not to shake and show how grossed out and terrified I am, we're both giggling and being troopers. "Okay, Ali, this time it's going to work". WRONG!
Now what? Before panic set in on both our parts I figured I'd better smarten up.
After a few failed attempts, I thought I'd just try without the floss but it's that curved front bottom tooth. I don't think dry or wet anyone could get a good hold. After I don't know how many tries I remembered the knot that I hate to do (and usually skip) when casting-on my knitting, the slip knot! That's sure to work! As I pull it tightens. It did! EWWWWW. I almost feeling like gagging, Ali is crying. Thank goodness I had the foresight to have a cup of water ready for rinsing.
This morning she was nervous about eating without her tooth and terrified of brushing her teeth, but we made it through and she proudly ran up to her teacher when we got to school and showed off. It seems she's the first kid in her class with a loose tooth and they were tracking how many days it was going to take to come out on the black board.
If you look close enough, you can still see the tear in her eye. She was brave, until the tooth came out. Then I think she collapsed into a puddle in relief finally able to let out how scared she was feeling. I didn't cry, but I certainly needed a few minutes to regain composure. The next one will either be more nerve wracking because we know what we're in for, or better because it wasn't so bad the first time. We shall see.
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