As I have mentioned in this post Jenna LOVES to go to the dentist. Seriously. Often times when she says she really has to go to the dentist, I treat it much like “the Little Boy who Cried Wolf” I never really know whether she needs to go. Usually I dismiss that she does not.
When the dentist office called me, I made an appointment for the semi-annual cleaning. Her dentist had told me that she had perfect teeth and that there were still nine baby teeth. Really? I was certain that she had already lost them all. Guess not.
The cleaning that she had in November – or was it December? – revealed a small cavity. In April the office called again so that they could fill the cavity. But apparently it was NOT a permanent tooth and so the dentist didn’t want to fill it.
She had lost three teeth from when we were told there were nine. But her dentist said he would need to pull the remaining six. They could have done it after the cleaning, but she was going to be in a program. She didn’t want to miss school – which is advisable when getting teeth pulled. I set something up for the afternoon for the following week.
Jenna was late getting her act together that particular day as I mentioned in this post and we missed our bus. The school called and I ended up changing her appointment to today.
Jenna lost a tooth at school sometime after the program. The next day she lost two more. So by the time I got her to her appointment today, there were only three teeth left to be pulled.
Both the dentist and his assistant had come into the lobby to inform me how impressed they were that she was being so brave. The dentist had pulled out two teeth. She hadn’t flinched. But oh-oh. That third one was a doozy. And it hurt and she cried. And the dentist said that he had wanted to cry with her.
I had asked her three times if she had wanted to go out to see her cousin, Anna. She said she did. She also said she was hungry, but I knew she couldn’t chew.
I bought her a milk shake at the drive at the corner. She was told not to use a straw but it was too painful for her to eat it. I wrapped up the shake and surrounded it with items in my backpack and we stood outside to catch the bus.
I had her change shoes with me as both of our feet hurt and I thought switching shoes might be helpful. It was. I wouldn’t be able to wear her shoes for very long. She hasn’t even had them for two months now and they look quite worn out. She’ll be wearing my shoes on Saturday when she runs the 5K
I asked her again if she wanted to go out and see Anna or if she wanted to go home and lay down. It was getting late and I knew we wouldn’t be to my sister’s house until well after 5:00. The pain kicked in enough that Jenna wanted to go home. And so we crossed the street to catch a bus going the other direction.
She also had a glittery case shaped like a tooth and asked if the tooth fairy might take it also. I suggested that if she left it on her dresser the tooth fairy would fill it up with whatever amount she’d be leaving.
Whose brilliant idea was it to create the tooth fairy anyway? Sid Hoffman wrote a tooth fairy book that is evidently out of print. I wanted to buy it for Jenna when she was younger, but I couldn't find it. It is a cute book.