Namine had a dental checkup today. The time for her jaw expansion draws ever closer, but not as close as we thought.
One of Namine’s bottom teeth fell out.
Amid running errands on Saturday, we went to Cousins for lunch. Nothing is ever boring or mundane.
Having Pierre Robin Sequence, Namine sees a dentist at the hospital. She used to be afraid of the dentist, but that seems to be well in the past — I suspect her comfort in taking care of her teeth helps play a part. As for the appointment itself, it went without surprise or fanfare. Namine has no more cavities than she did last time, and will likely lose at least four more baby teeth that are already loose within the next six months.
Namine pulled her loose tooth out. No, it wasn’t ready to fall out yet. She just decided it was time to go, and yanked it.
Namine came scooting into my bedroom this morning. “Daddy Daddy Daddy! My loose tooth fell out here it is my loose tooth came out you have to come see!” She was just a little excited.
Tonight, while Namine was brushing her teeth, I noticed that she didn’t turn the electric toothbrush on. Not only that, but she was wincing. After she was done, I took the toothbrush to do a once-over like I always do after she’s done. She told me, “Don’t brush my teeth, Daddy! My teeth hurt!”