Tooth trauma

Gning has had a wobbly tooth for a while now.  It’s not his first – he lost his first tooth a couple of months ago, and we wondered when this second one would come out, because it was wobbly then!

It was 8pm when he came running out of his bedroom, in tears.  “My tooth is coming out, it’s coming out now…”


We tried to calm him down, as whenever he cries, he always gets himself in to such a state, that he starts hyperventilating.  You can see the tears in the photo above.

I suggested that he goes to brush his teeth, to try to “brush it out”.  He insisted that he spits in to my hand – over the sink, just in case he spat it out.  Nothing.

I suggested he have a go at pulling it out…  Nothing.  I got some tissue, and he had another go.  Then hubby dearest had a go…  Then me.  Nothing.

By this point, Gning was in hysterics, and was punching out and kicking at hubby.  Hubby was getting impatient, so to try to calm the waters, I asked Gning what he wanted me to do.  He’s crying, his crying is upsetting me, and daddy is getting annoyed.

The tears come again, and Gning decides to phone grandad (my dad) to try to calm him down.  It worked somewhat, as he then went to brush his teeth again.

Almost an hour later, and we were still nowhere.  That blasted tooth was still stuck in the gum, yet it was even more raised than before.  This was coming out tonight – like it or not.

I managed to speak to Gning, explaining to him that we were going to give it one more go – him, me, then daddy.  If it didn’t come out then, he would just have to go to bed.  I explained that if he accidently swallowed the tooth (more tears), the tooth fairy would still come; and they use special magic, through the belly button, to remove the tooth!

In to the front room, and Gning has another couple of goes at pulling the tooth with a tissue.  Nothing but more tears.  He’s starting to hyperventilate, and complains of a sore chest…

Now, I bought my car insurance through compare the market (not off topic – promise!!), and with it, I got a free meerkat.  I got one of the limited editions, “Sergei” as “Obi Wan Kenobi”.  I didn’t want to unbox it – I wanted to keep it as a collectors toy – which it should be, but I promised Gning that he could have it – out of the box, if he let daddy have three attempts…

Attempt 1 – Gning screams.  He kicks out, and shakes.  Nothing.

Attempt 2 – Gning shakes, and digs his fingers in to my arm…  And it’s out.

I unbox the toy, and hand it over.  Gning goes to rinse out his mouth, and although still whimpering, he goes to bed happy, with his tooth in the special bag that he got from the tooth fairy.  It’s under his pillow now.


Yikes.  Only another 18 to go, and then 20 with Donut…  *sighs*

A visit to the Tooth Fairy

I thought it was about high time to introduce my son to the dentist.  He has all of his baby teeth, and with him turning three later on this week, I thought now was a good time to do it.

I told my little man that I had made him an appointment at the dentists’, to see the Tooth Fairy.  I explained to him that the Tooth Fairy would have a look inside his mouth, count his teeth, and would make sure that he was brushing his “peggies” properly.  He was excited from the start, and has constantly been asking me if he could go to the dentist “now”.

Today was the day…  I got him dressed, and he asked where we were going.  I said that we were going to the dentist…  I wish that I would have got his reaction on camera, because he was so excited.  He performed his “happy dance”, where he jumps around on his toes, and he squealed too!

Waiting in the reception area, whilst I was completing the paperwork, he was admiring all the toothbrushes that were on display in the office.  “Mmymmy, can I have a new toothbrush, please?” was the question that was repeated about 20 times…  I replied that we would have to see if he was brushing his teeth properly, and if the dentist said his teeth were nice, that he would get a new one.

His name was called, and we went through to the surgery.  The dentist greeted him, and asked him to sit on the big chair.  He climbed up, shimmied back, and leaned nicely.  He then said to the dentist, “are you the Tooth Fairy?”.

He was a little angel all the way through.  He opened his mouth wide when he was asked to, and he stuck out his tongue too.  He, unfortunately, has the ulcer back on his tongue (perfect timing really)…  The dentist queried that with me, and I replied that it was a reoccurring thing.  It would often come and go, but when it was there, it would often become very big.  She has referred him to see an Orthodontist at the hospital, just to ensure that it’s nothing serious.

At the end of the visit, my little man was awarded with stickers, pencils, a “I’ve been brave at the dentist” bracelet, and a flashing toothbrush.  

I am so proud of my little guy, and I hope this bravery continues for each and every visit that he has to make at the dentist in the future.