On Christmas night, Pudding began whimpering when he tried to bite into a cracker, complaining that it hurt his teeth. As leading candidates for ‘Parent of the Year’ we didn’t notice gave his mouth a quick look and figured he had injured himself in one of his many climbing-or-jumping-about-and-end-up-bashing-my-face incidents. Happens all the time. We told him we were sure it would be better tomorrow. The next day we noticed that his tooth had become a little bit loose. A panicked consultation with Google assured us that a tooth loosened slightly due to trauma would firm up within a few days. We were a bit confused because we could recall no major face plants on Christmas day. Our nephew had knocked him over but we were fairly certain he was pushed straight on to his back and anyway, there was no incident involving bleeding gums. We couldn’t figure it out.
Over the next few days we deluded ourselves into thinking that the tooth was firming up, Pudding seemed to be complaining less when he ate and brushed his teeth. We truly thought it was pretty much better. We’re awesome parents.
This morning I noticed that the tooth was hanging forward quite a bit. It was waaaaaaaaaay loose. Had he been in possession of more colourful language, I’m pretty sure I would have copped an earful for touching it. I freaked out. “He needs to see a dentist immediately”, I told Beefcake.
So, at 3 o’clock this afternoon Pudding, Beefcake and Teddy (necessary for moral support) walked around the corner to the dentist. I stayed at home with the other children imagining all sorts of horrible tortures being inflicted on Pudding. It was his first trip to the dentist and I was sure it would scar him for life.Imagine my surprise when I saw Beecake, Pudding atop his shoulders (carrying Teddy the same way), heading back only fifteen minutes later. Quite relaxed and smiling.
It seems that Pudding is some sort of freak of nature. At not quite three-and-a-half, he is losing his first baby teeth. The dentist could see no trauma. His teeth are perfect. Apparently some kids just lose their deciduous teeth this early. HE’S NOT EVEN THREE-AND-A-HALF!!!!!!! I’m pretty freaked out by the whole thing to be honest. I’m just not ready for this HE’S A BABY!!
The icing on the cake occurred this afternoon, on the way home from a family visit to meet Spawn#2. We had to stop at the supermarket. The kids were mucking around annoying all of the other shoppers when it happened. Poss “accidentally” pushed Pudding in the face and out popped the tooth. Right there on the floor of the shopping centre outside Woolies.
Poor pudding, blood pouring down his face, was distraught. I now know that there is a definite practiical reason that children do not lose their teeth until the age of six on average. They just don’t get the concept of the tooth fairy. At. All. My poor baby wants his little tooth back, he doesn’t want a big tooth and he HATES the tooth fairy. Just in case you were unsure.
We were able to pick up a Dr Seuss book on our way home (the tooth fairy giving him money would be a bit silly) and have spent the evening trying to explain the concept of the tooth fairy. Beefcake has read him an appropriate story and we think he has the idea now.
My baby’s smile is ruined. *sob* Also, will his mouth be too small to accommodate his adult teeth leaving him with a hideous, braces-worthy, train-wreck mouth? Will he be big-toothed freak??
Here’s hoping the other ones hang in there for a while. I’m not too sure I can go through this again any time soon.