When I became a Mom nine years ago, I knew I was about to embark on a new phase of my life like none I’d experienced or lived through before. I knew I would take on many new roles – comforter, cuddler, soother, disciplinarian, teacher, provider and oh so many more I couldn’t even fathom at the time. But the one I would not have ever thought needed to be in the top 10 or even the top 30 would be dentist. And dentist I am.
Attie has been an independent tooth person pretty much since the first one came in. She’s a flosser, a brusher and when she loses her teeth, she takes care of business herself. I didn’t realize what a gift that was until Bubba got his first loose tooth. No independent tooth person here. I should have known better – he likes someone to brush and floss his teeth so why wouldn’t he like someone else to pull his teeth for him?
The first loose tooth was a bit of a spectacle. He sobbed, cried and almost hyper ventilated when it became loose. Lucky for me it went from loose to almost out in about 20 minutes. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t close his mouth, he couldn’t suck his thumb – all these lamentations were thrown out at me as he begged me to get rid of the tooth. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth (pun intended).
Being the industriuous Momma that I am, I grabbed a pair of pliers and gave it a tug. It didn’t work, so I tried again and that didn’t work. Next I went to my go to source for all things important – YouTube. Searched for how to pull a tooth and BINGO got our answer. I knew one can use dental floss to extract a tooth, but I had no idea on the technique or finesse needed to accomplish the task at hand and the videos showed us exactly what to do.
After watching a few videos, we gave it a try. We went into our half bath and with just one try, the tooth came out. The only problem was that not only did it come out, but it ricocheted around the room – pinging off of surfaces before it took a dive down the air vent in the floor. First tooth out was gone. Great. Lucky for me, my happy go lucky boy was back as soon as the tooth was out and he told me it wasn’t a big deal, he’d just write the tooth fairy a note explaining what had happened. And he told me next time, we would be closing the door, putting the stopper in the sink, putting the lid down on the john and closing the air vent. “Mom we’re covering all of our bases next time.” Next time? OH NO!!! How many more teeth will these shenanigans carry on for? Well, we’re at tooth number four with no signs of Dentist Mom being put out of work.
Anyone else out have to add dentist to your job description? What do you do or take care of as a parent you never thought you’d do?
Oh, and in case you wondered; he calls his most current smile his pirate smile. Isn’t it cool?