The Day I had to Become a Dentist!
Well, sort of.
You see, Anya lost her first baby tooth close to two months ago, and I was just SO glad that it fell out on its own! (read: without MY intervention)
The thing is, her second wobbly tooth (top front) gave us a completely different situation.
One Monday, it got VERY loose.
BUT, this little tooth kept on hanging on, all the way till Friday!
I mean, it was very VERY wobbly!
…
Anya chickened out this time round somehow.
She REFUSED to use the tooth (let alone use it to bite a fishball or an apple!)
AND, she REFUSED to brush her top front teeth! (for fear of pain and blood!)
The worse thing was, I started seeing food bits getting stuck in between her gum and that loose tooth!
NOT GOOD.
So for the sake of her gum’s health, I gave her three options and a deadline.
Push the tooth out herself with her tongue, or pull it out herself by that Friday night.
OR, Mommy would have to pull it for her!
And you know what.
In the end, we went with option number three!
(I was VERY reluctant, but I managed to maintain my cool in front of the kid!)
…
Anyway. It all happened in a split second.
I was so proud, haha.
And let’s just say, ice cubes (before and after) and a clean towel (instead of holding onto the tooth with your bare hand) REALLY helped!
A lot.
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My mom, used to tie my tooth with a thread and then tie it to the door and slam it shut… I hated that sooo much. Mostly I’d just run to the door ahahaha