Lily came out of her room crying this morning. Big. real. tears.
My mind raced. Did she have a bad dream? Did she wet the bed? Did she fall down the ladder from her bunk?
When she got her sobs under control she told me that she thought she had an owie on her tooth.
Okay. I can deal with "teeth owies", so I thought.
I took a look.
No owies in sight.
I questioned her further...I don't see anything Lily, which tooth hurts?
She points to the bottom left center....the very first tooth her sweet baby gums had bore. Back when she was way too young and nursing was still way too difficult. Ugh! How quickly my mind returns to those days.
Okay, back on track.
This one, Lily?
In a terrified voice, she confesses that when she touches it, it WIGGLES.
Oh my goodness. I hold her tight. My baby CANNOT already be losing a tooth.
And then the squeamish part of me starts to gross out envisioning the process.
How long will it take? Will there be strings and doorknobs involved? Lots of blood?
Calm my heart.
Then I remember the adorable tooth pillow I spied a while back at a gift shop. Yes! It is no longer a splurge or an unnecessary item. I NEED it now.
My baby girl has a loose tooth! Retail therapy is in order!
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