I've been blessed, so far, that it's always happened at home. The second one came out in the morning this time last year, but this one happened before bed, like the first one.
Seven years old and my son only has three teeth gone. I know that I shouldn't compare him to other kids, but it seems like every other kid in his class has lost half a mouthful of teeth. Thinking about my own dental progress, I lost mine rather slowly as well, so there you go. It just
seemed like I was losing a tooth every couple of months.
MLB doesn't react to unanticipated change very well. I could say "change" altogether, but I have gotten him used to the idea that some things in life are variable. This is a good thing to instill in an Aspie kid, but it's changes that are minor things in the ebb and flow a family life: one day dinner is at 5:30, another day it's at 7:00; one week there's a bath every night, and the next it's every other day.
Losing a tooth is a major change. For me, it seemed like I was always losing a tooth, because, as soon as it started loosening, I'd start wiggling it and worrying it. I'd use my finger or my tongue-- even the edge of my desk for my top incisors (I really wanted my 1st grade teacher Mrs. Woody to pull one of my teeth; everyone said she was the best at tooth pulling, and I didn't want to advance to 2nd grade without getting my chance.) There was always a loose tooth or lost tooth space in my mouth.
MLB won't let us know when his teeth are loose. We find out from his dentist which ones are wiggly. Wiggling his own teeth feels too weird to him. He won't say so, of course, but we know he doesn't like "weird" things. He very rarely even lets me wiggle a tooth to see its progress.
This one was a surprise, as usual. I knew his secondary lower incisors were loose; with those big ol' primary incisors coming in, they really had no chance. I'm surprised they stayed in this long, and that it's been a year since he lost his second tooth. His eating has been off and he's wanted things like his pizza & hot dogs cut up lately. I was hoping that these were clues that another tooth would come out soon.
The loose tooth did not keep him from crunching up a biscotti for dessert, which likely just set the stage...
MLB & I were reviewing his chore chart after he'd brushed his teeth. He was very excited, since he'd earned four more smiley stars to bring his total up to 32 (which means another hour of computer time & a family trip to carpet golf.) He was chewing on the strap of a toy camera while he was bouncing in excitement. Suddenly, "Oh, it came out!" I turned to see one hand clasped firmly over his mouth, and the other curled in a fist.
"Let me see," I requested. "Mmmfmmphn," was the reply. I held out my hand. "No, not your mouth. I mean your tooth." He tipped the tooth into my hand, which made all the better to clasp both hands over his mouth. There was much whimpering & anxiety, some tears. I was curious to know which side, but he wasn't ready to loosen up any more than what already loosened. We offered to call a grandmother, but he wasn't ready to even talk. He did think my suggestion of calming down while watching the end of "Land Before Time IV" was good. Ah, the panacea of TV.
When the credits were rolling, he was more comfortable with one less tooth. I was shown the space (left side.) He helped me with reading the Magic Treehouse book we've been working on. He even gladly talked with Babchu & Paw-paw on the phone and told them how he was looking forward to the Tooth Fairy bringing him two half-dollars.
Nuts to normal in less than 15 minutes. Some parts of growing up do get easier with time.
Made myself a list of things I ought to do everyday, but am often unmotivated to do. Same rules for me, too, with stars, smiley stars, 8s and rewards.
Made myself a list of things I ought to do everyday, but am often unmotivated to do. Same rules for me, too, with stars, smiley stars, 8s and rewards.