Jazz lost an eye tooth last night.
Yes. The boy is 14 years old.
No. I have no idea if this is normal or not. But it’s OUR sort of normal so …
We were eating Chinese food (a favorite in our house) when Jazz suddenly put a hand to his mouth and pulled out a bloody finger. Only, he didn’t know it was bloody and was getting ready to wipe it on his white t-shirt.
Mom’s excellent observations skills saved the day once again.
“Hey buddy, you’re bleeding.”
Jazz was surprised and went to get a paper towel.
Jazz’s top permanent eye teeth actually grew in above and over his baby eye teeth. As a result, they didn’t push his baby teeth out, and Jazz refused to work on them to get them out (which irritated the stuffing out of me), so they stayed that way for quite some time.
He had two sets of eye teeth. It was quite attractive.
The only reason the first baby eye tooth came out was because he had chewed on it wrong and forced it out.
The same thing happened with this tooth, too. Only, it didn’t come out, it just started bleeding – a lot.
Jazz has never really handled losing his teeth very well. He doesn’t DO pain — he’s a bit of a wimp when it comes to his pain threshold. (I can say that, because my pain threshold is pretty high and I always lose patience with people who can’t handle it on the same level as me. No, it doesn’t make sense. Don’t even try).
He’s the type of kid who tends to make a fuss and go on and on and ON (sometimes for DAYS) about a tiny pin prick on his finger. Drives me nuts.
So the first thing that struck me when I saw that much blood was the fact that he was handling the pain pretty well.
(I remember sitting in front of a mirror when I was little and working, working, working on a tooth to get it to come out … and sort of LIKING the pain that it caused …
Yes. I’m weird).
The second thing that struck me was his determination to get it out. He was sick of putting up with it and he stood in the kitchen (while the rest of us tried to ignore him and his bloody paper towel while we ate our dinner) and worked that tooth until he could finally get a good hold of it and yank it out.
It was another proud momma moment. 🙂
He gave the tooth to me and said, his voice all manly and mature (because Jazz has jumped into puberty with both feet this summer — won’t his classmates be surprised by how much he’s changed this next school year) …
“Let’s save time. Just give me the five dollars now and we’ll skip the whole tooth fairy thing.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh, or cry, at his nonchalance over the whole tooth fairy thing.
(And yes. I made a HUGE parenting mistake and gave my kids $5 for every tooth they lost. They’ve made a fortune on us over the years. New parents – don’t do that!)
I’m so relieved that tooth is finally out. I was afraid the permanent tooth would grow so far down over it that he wouldn’t be able to get a good enough grip on it to pull it out and we’d be forced to go to the dentist.
As far as I can tell, Jazz only has ONE more baby tooth to lose – and that’s a bottom molar. Either way, it’s now time to make an appointment with our orthodontist to see what sort of work we’ll need to do to get Jazz’s teeth to straighten out. I don’t predict he’ll need much work done, he has plenty of room for all of his teeth (as opposed to Dude who didn’t and had to have his palate stretched to make room), but his teeth are spaced out and there are those two eye teeth sticking out from all the rest so he’ll probably need braces for a little while, at least.
This is actually perfect timing. Dude is getting ready to have his braces removed July 30th (if all goes according to plan — crossing fingers) and now it will be Jazz’s turn to have some work done.
I am wondering how Jazz will handle the discomfort though. I predict quite a few cranky episodes.