On Monday night, our not so peaceful bedtime routine was interrupted by shrieks, sobs and lots of blood.
Chloe came running into Amy’s bedroom thrusting a tooth into her Dad’s hand. A tooth which, to our knowledge, had not previously been wobbly.
It took some considerable time to calm her down – a combination of pain, blood and shock. Chloe isn’t the calmest of children at the best of time.
Eventually we ascertained that she’d been messing about with Ben and he’d basically headbutted her. Not on purpose, just because her face was in the wrong place I think. This didn’t stop Dave and I winding him up that he’d knocked her tooth out.
I was a little gutted for Chlo that she hadn’t had the excitement and anticipation of that first wobbly tooth. We hadn’t know it was ready to come out. She was too upset to be excited about the rigmarole of placing her tooth under her pillow for the first time and even the suggestion of a visit from the tooth fairy wasn’t enough to cheer her up.
Because her tooth had come out so suddenly we were a little worried that it may not have come out cleanly but luckily we had a dentist appointment booked for later in the week and he confirmed that it was all fine, in fact the tooth had probably been just starting to get ready to wobble anyway.
Ben lent Chloe his special “tooth tin” to pop her tooth under her pillow and luckily, by morning, the shock had worn off only to be replaced with excitement after the tooth fairy had generously left £2 in place of the tooth!
It’s taking me a little time to get used to my gorgeous girl’s gappy smile, one which the dentist says she will likely have for some time with the tooth having been knocked out a little before it was ready. I wasn’t any more prepared for her to lose a tooth than she was. Just another sign that my little girl is growing up.