Emme broke a tooth in half last week. One half came out, the other half was firmly wedged. We were close to certain that it was a baby tooth, but it’s hard to tell since she has adult teeth coming down at breakneck speed, while stubborn baby teeth are refusing to yield.
These would be my dental genes. If you’ll recall, before Jensen was born I had to endure adult orthodontics since I hung onto my baby eye teeth until my mid-40′s. The adult teeth finally decided to make an appearance, but there was no room at the inn.
Enter oral surgery, braces, chains, bands, and a retainer which is now gathering dust in the closet.
I took Emme to see her dentist to make an assessment as to whether or not having half a tooth in her mouth would be an issue. The dentist peered into the 12 year old’s mouth and made note of how many baby teeth were persistently taking up real estate. After a quick x-ray, it was noted that the broken tooth was indeed a baby tooth and posed no immediate threat. However, the SIX stubborn baby teeth were causing the adult teeth to make an entrance far in front of where they ought to be. She recommended that Emme see an orthodontist to get an opinion on whether or not the baby teeth should be forcibly extracted.
At this moment, I’m pretty sure Emme’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
This is the same child who upon losing her first tooth at the tender age of 6 caused such a commotion that I was certain the police would be dispatched. And her subsequent flailing made the bathroom look rather like a crime scene.
She immediately asked if she could be knocked out during the procedure. The doctor snickered. Um, SHE’S SERIOUS, DOC.
After all, she hails from a woman who requested an epidural at her 7 month ob check-up.
The dental hygienist noticed Emme’s inner turmoil and when the doctor left the room, she had a little heart-to-heart with her. She explained that there was really no root left to the baby teeth in question, and they should come out rather easily. To the tune of about $100 per tooth.
OR. She went on to confide in Emme that it would really be better if Emme would get them out herself.
The other bit of good news was that braces were likely eminent.
Over the next few days Emme worked herself into quite a state over the possible extraction of
6 5 and a half baby teeth. But Fiddledaddy decided to play Let’s Make a Deal. Giving serious thought to a $600 dental bill, he encouraged Emme to get the teeth out herself by offering a FIVE SPOT for every tooth she pulled herself.
The child is adept at math so it didn’t take her long to realize that she could score $30. Far and above the measly $1 per tooth that the Tooth Fairy offers.
And for the sake of full disclosure, the children in our house do not believe in the Tooth Fairy. They simply humor the mommy and allow her to live in a state of denial that the children are growing up.
Well. The child managed to pull 3 baby teeth (that were not even loose) out in the span of just 3 days. We were forced to put spare change and IOU’s under her pillow because the Tooth Fairy had yet to fly by the local ATM.
She got creative, too. Even going so far as to tie a string around one tooth and fasten the other end to a door knob. There was some talk of tying one end to the car bumper but I but the brakes on that idea. I also hid the pliers, as that was next on her to-do list.
The Tooth Fairy may have to get a little creative herself by auctioning off body parts to finance the upcoming orthodontics that may be necessary. I did, after all, sell my grandfather’s gold teeth to procure an iPad.
Desperate times. Desperate measures.
Have a great weekend, everyone!