My eldest child, Cameron, 7, had quite the dental adventure this weekend.
For many weeks, he's been sporting a bit of a Bugs-Bunny look, as his two front teeth, loose but still in there fairly tight, just seemed to move forward and down. One front adult tooth has been coming in, and his dad and I have been encouraging Cam to wiggle the baby tooth in front to make room. I don't really have a picture that captures this, unfortunately, but here's what my first-born looked like in September.
Well, on a visit with his father to Tillsonburg, Ontario this weekend, his Great Uncle Urbain, a dental surgeon, took one look at him and told Derek those two front teeth should come out pronto to give Cam his best chance at a normal bite and our bank accounts the best orthodontic outlook possible. He'd do it the next morning (a Sunday, kind soul).
I learned of this by email Saturday night and was pretty worried that I wouldn't be there to comfort, but I was assured Cam was being very brave about it all, and that the little bit of laughing gas Uncle Urbain promised would mean he wouldn't even feel the freezing needle. When Urbain took an X-ray Sunday morning, he explained to Derek that the same thing was about to happen with Cam's eye teeth, so he might as well take all four out when our child was already frozen up. It took some yanking - apparently we have good roots on our teeth - but eventually they were all in a little clear plastic box and Cam was on his way to the next Christmas celebration.
Gulp. Here's the camera-phone pic taken shortly after. How best would we describe his new appearance? Playoff hockey game? Ah well...
It's a little hard to say goodbye to his perfect little chiclet baby teeth. But Cameron seems focussed on the gory new story he has to tell and the windfall he's about to receive when the tooth fairy comes. Cam's not in a huge rush, though, to get the teeth under his pillow, he explains.
"I'm waiting until Christmas Eve so they can run into each other."