I got quite a scare today when I picked up my son from school—his shirt had bloodstains on it. I imagined the worst, but luckily it was just him losing a loose tooth that had apparently been wiggling for days. I only found out today because he hadn’t told me anything. It happened pretty quickly and was a bit strange, but luckily I managed to pull it out shortly after we got home.
I remember that losing my baby teeth was a really traumatic experience for me—it always hurt so much. My mom wouldn’t let me pull them out myself. Luckily, my son hasn’t had to go through that, since he pulls them out without any trouble, all calmly and without any pressure or unnecessary pain. And this tooth that came out today was one of the last ones that was most affected by cavities; it was in pretty bad shape.
I’ve collected all his baby teeth like a total psycho, haha. He still has a few more to lose, but there aren’t many left—it won’t be long before all his teeth are permanent. He’s really happy and excited to find out what the tooth fairy will bring him tomorrow.
I won't lie to you, though—every time one of his teeth gets loose, I get so scared, because I've lost track of which teeth have fallen out and which haven't. And since he's always had dental problems, sometimes I worry that maybe it's a loose permanent tooth, but luckily that's never happened. It's just me overthinking things and coming up with all sorts of scenarios in my head.