Ever since The Goose started first grade, he’s been obsessed with losing teeth. Everyday he checks to see if any of his teeth are loose yet, gently tugging on each one to see if they move. And everyday he is disappointed to find that all of his teeth were still intact, and nothing is moving.
But, at his last trip to the dentist that something changed. Apparently he DID have a loose tooth… he just didn’t know it. It was right in the front, and when the dentist wiggled it for us The Goose’s eyes got really big. Apparently, he had felt the wiggle before, but didn’t know what it was.
When the dental exam was over, the dentist asked her assistant to take The Goose to choose a prize. Then she gave me the news. Even though The Goose did, in fact, have a loose tooth, there was a problem. In his X-Ray, she could see that his adult teeth were just about to come through… but they were a few centimeters behind his baby teeth. She said they might be close enough to push his baby teeth out, but, if not, he might need to have his baby teeth pulled. YIKES. I was not prepared for that. At all.
Truth be told, when it comes to losing teeth, I’m quite squeamish. As a mom, I can pretty much handle anything. I’ve been thrown up on, pooped on, peed on, bitten, dealt with fevers, snot and bloody knees. But a gaping hole inside my child’s mouth is just too much for me. When I see the pictures on Facebook of kids with bloody mouths, proudly holding their baby teeth in their hand I can’t help but gag. It’s gross. Plain and simple.
And then it happened. When The Goose was brushing his teeth a few weeks ago my husband called me into the bathroom. And there it was, just like the dentist had predicted. The Goose’s adult tooth had popped through and was sitting right behind his baby tooth.
The Goose was excited to have his first grown-up tooth. But was confused because his baby tooth was still there. After two weeks, his grown up tooth was getting bigger, pushing his other teeth to the side, and making him uncomfortable. No matter how much we wiggled it, that tooth was not getting any looser, and he constantly felt like he had something stuck in his teeth. So we made an appointment to see the dentist.
When we got there, the dentist took one look in his mouth, pulled me to the side and told me that his tooth was going to have to come out. She asked me if he would sit still for a needle, or if they’d have to cover him with a blanket to keep his arms still so they could numb his mouth. I honestly had no idea. Last time he had a shot in his leg he didn’t cry, but he did yell “Hey!” when the needle went in, giving the nurse and I quite a chuckle. But a shot in his mouth? Good luck. And that’s exactly what I told the dentist.
In the end, everything worked out fine. In less than five minutes his tooth was out, and he was walking around with gauze hanging from his mouth. The worst part, according to him, was that it felt weird. He didn’t like having that space in his mouth.
But just this morning I looked inside his mouth and he his other tooth has started popping through… looks like another visit to the dentist is in order…