My sweet Baby B lost her first tooth Friday night!!! It’s been a long, long time in coming…both in that Baby A lost her first tooth a full year and a half ago, and in that this tooth has been very wiggly for a long time now.
We went to the dentist on Thursday, and I joked with B that they might pull it for her. She was OK with that! The hygienist said that they didn’t want to “traumatize” a kiddo, though, and she encouraged B to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
When I went to floss B’s teeth on Friday night, the tooth was literally hanging by a tiny thread. I told her she really needed to try to pull it. I handed her a tissue to use to improve her grasp. I can only compare the sensation I had to that of when I was encouraging her final step in the potty-training process. She wanted to do it…she was excited to do it…but she was just a tiny bit scared. I was cheering her on, and she was shivering, almost crying…and giggling, all at once.
She came so close, but she didn’t quite make it. I asked if she wanted me to pull it, and she said yes. I took the tissue and very easily came out with a tooth.
I wish I could have recorded all the dancing and squealing and laughing!!! And very soon after, she tried to whistle, to make sure she still could. Affirmative.
Baby A’s first-tooth experience caught me by surprise. It was not something I was mentally prepared for, and I really had to fight back tears, to put on my happy “celebration” face. For B, though, I was nothing but ecstatic. I am so proud how patiently she’s waited for this to happen, and I am so excited for her to finally join these ranks.
We ran downstairs to show Daddy and make pictures, and then we made promises to celebrate B’s special day on Saturday. We kicked off Saturday with breakfast at JD’s, B’s choice. We hadn’t been there in ages, so it was a big treat for all of us.
B was looking forward to having her first bead on her bracelet, too. I was hopeful she wouldn’t be disappointed that I’d bought her bead already. (The jewelry store was discontinuing the line of beads we started buying, and I went ahead and bought her initial bead so it would match her sister’s.) I wrapped it up with a pretty bow and gave it to her as a surprise at the restaurant, before our breakfast was served. She was so happy!
It was a very rainy day yesterday, so we have yet to celebrate with ice cream at the Dairy Queen, another tradition, but we’ll add that to the list of celebratory actions very soon.
I love this now-crooked smile, and the big heart of the kiddo it belongs to.