Teething, teething, it’s never ending. But finally yesterday I saw a glimmer of what looks like the end of the tunnel, when I peeked into his mouth and saw just a dot of white enamel popping out of his top gum.
Hallelujah, the angels sing, the end is near! That is, until, the next tooth.
And on the opposite end of the spectrum, Paul’s oldest sister is refusing to pull out one of her bottom teeth, and it’s starting to be problematic. Oh, and disgusting.
Let me count the ways…
First off, the tooth is hanging in her face by a literal thread, and needs to come out. Like yesterday.
Secondly, it’s starting to affect the way she eats. She claims other teeth are starting to hurt, because she’s not chewing properly, moving bits of food to her molars and refusing to chew with her front teeth.
And lastly, she’s obviously not brushing properly, and it shows. The tooth that needs to come out and the surrounding teeth are starting to look gray and dirty. Because they are purposefully being skipped over and ignored during morning and evening brushing sessions.
Last night I reached the end of my rope. She was refusing to eat her meal because she didn’t want to chew, claiming her mouth hurt.
What did I do?
I completely bribed my daughter with ice cream. Not just a little ice cream, but I told her that if she would just pull the tooth out already, she could scoop herself as much ice cream as she wanted. Not my finest moment in parenting, I’ll admit to that.
Did it work? Nope. Not at all. Instead, she still refused to finish her dinner, and the tooth is still dangling inside her mouth. And she burst into a screaming fit, like a toddler.
Friends, I need help. What’s a mom to do with a daughter who refuses to pull a very ready tooth out?
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