Well, my eight-year-old finally has a toothless grin. Our kindly dentist said we could wait no more, it was time for those top two teeth to come out. Prior to today, he'd lost only three teeth, with a whole year going by without a wiggly tooth!
My son and his twin brother did not each get a first tooth until they were ten months old. It was a long time between then and the first tooth lost. I remember seeing kids in kindergarten, all adorably gap-toothed while my boys did not lose a first tooth until second grade!
I heard losing teeth late is a good thing; baby teeth with cavities and fillings can be replaced by permanenet teeth. And supposedly, the longer baby teeth stay in the mouth, the stronger and more cavity resistent they become.
Finally, our pediatric dentist recommended that my son's two top front teeth be pulled. "It's time," he said, showing us the x-rays of still-hidden adult teeth slowly making their way down, behind the baby teeth and never the two shall meet.
Those stubby pearly whites were in there good and solid. No wigglies here!
My son was nervous. I had flashbacks to his recent blood draw, where we sat with him for hours, trying to convince him to be poked. He cried and he fought us all the way. He was afraid of those needles.
But our pediatric dentist is an expert and a familiar, trusted face to my son. He is just the right personality for my boys. We left an expensive pediatric dental office in favor of this one. Gone are the TVs embedded in the ceiling, the Thomas the Train table, the aquarium and in its place, a rather plain office with a miracle worker of a dentist. Having experienced both, I love that our dentist uses his demeanor to calm the kids and not the Cartoon Network. I don't want my boys to think they deserve a Chuck E. Cheese experience for dental care.
My son was anxious, with furrows of worry on his brow as he waited for his name to be called. But he went in alone, without me.
A half hour later, he walked out, on his own, with gauze in his mouth and a "it was no big deal" shrug of the shoulder. I could tell he was proud. I was proud of my big boy.
So now he has that adorable gap-toothed smile and a lisp...and beard stubble.
Well, no beard stubble just yet, but I was worried he'd be losing his front baby teeth at the same time as he started to shave.