My girl lost her first tooth yesterday. My birthday was wrapping up, and as the girls were getting ready for bed, Lola came up to me, grinning ear to ear about something. For whatever reason, that’s when I noticed her lower tooth looked a little … different.
I knew it was loose, but only mildly so. Unlike her older sister, who actively attempted to lose her teeth once she learned about the Tooth Fairy, my Lola seemed to be pretty nonchalant about it. When I asked if I could check her tooth, she obliged, not really thinking anything of it.
The tooth wasn’t particularly wobbly. Her gum still had a nice grip on it. But there was a wiggle to it that signaled to me that with just a little bit of effort, that tooth could probably come out immediately.
When I told her this, Lola’s eyes got wide. She agreed to let me give it a try, so she climbed up on my bed, put her head in my lap, and I gently examined her tooth in the light, realizing that a side of it had already pulled from the gum.
I called for Miss C to join us, requesting she bring some tissue and Q-tips for me. Miss C immediately took interest and brought those items, and for the next 30 minutes, the three of us held our breath as I gently pulled and nudged on Lola’s tooth, asking her to bite down on the tissue every few moments. Miss C got a mirror at some point, and we showed Lola the progress.
I got such a kick watching their expressions. Four years ago, I was away for Air Force Reserve duty when Miss C lost her first tooth. It happened at school during lunch for her. She called me immediately that afternoon when she got home, and mentioned she asked the Tooth Fairy to hold off on taking the tooth so I could see it when I got home again. I suppose it gave her the confidence to handle her own teeth pulling because subsequently, as more baby teeth fell out, we were notified by her approaching us with a small tooth in her hand and a bloody smile at her accomplishment.
So this little operation there with Lola in front of me, her dental assistant sister hovering over as I applied pressure on her gum, was so amusing and new to me. And yet, I could remember being in Lola’s place, that feeling of a wiggly toose, and the quiet snapping as it moved around, and it was all so familiar.
Eventually, I felt a faint pop underneath the tissue I had over the tooth. Holding it firmly in place, I nodded my head to Miss C toward my phone on my dresser. She knew I meant for her to snap photos and flip on the video recorder.
As soon as Miss C returned a nod, letting me know the video was on, I lifted the tissue.
It was such a sweet moment! With a gasp, Lola took the tooth from my hand and immediately ran downstairs to show her dad. Miss C sprang into action, drafting a letter on behalf of Lola to the tooth fairy.
Later that evening, I gingerly pulled the envelope out from under Lola’s pillow. I retrieved the envelope from under my daughter’s pillow. I knew she had help from her big sister in preparing it, but it felt a little thick.
Behold. Letter, tooth, and drawing from today. AND two letters dated Feb 2013 and tooth belonging to my oldest from when the Tooth Fairy failed to deliver the goods. My oldest held onto all this for more than a year for the day her sibling would most certainly get a visit from the Tooth Fairy.
I couldn’t stop laughing. That girl knows the truth, but still kept the faith.
I included money for the both of them, along with typed responses, encouraging Lola to keep brushing and Miss C to start taking fish oil to keep her memory sharp.
I woke up this morning, listening to them drop the coins into their piggy banks. And right before she went to bed this evening, Lola asked if I would out another tooth for her.
Sharing a few more photos from my birthday celebration last night.
Look what Ashley got me for my birthday!!!
It’s a coffee mug with a top. The box actually says “biscuit holder” but I say CROWN!