It actually started with crying about how sore her wiggly tooth was.
Then the blood came.
Then more tears.
Then the tissue paper wad was soaked with bright red and my little K was not loving it.
She walked into my room and said, "mom, I'm shaky."
I looked at her and realized she was pale.
"I don't like blood."
I don't either honey. Do you feel okay?
"I think I want to throw up."
Okay, do it in the bathroom!
We raced in and she sat down on the floor.
I immediately remembered when my son passed out.
K was mesmorized and frightened by the bloody tissue and I thought she is going to faint.
I grabbed it and flushed it down and told her to relax.
Maybe we should pull out the tooth and be done with it...
"NO! That will hurt!"
The color was coming back to her face and with a couple of tugs on her own, K had the tooth in her hand and her gummy smile was such a relief!
"Let's get donuts to celebrate!"
Well thank goodness for the change in her behavior.
I hope this fear doesn't pop up every time, because two more of her teeth are loose.
I'm thinking pureed ham for her this Sunday.
Sing along with me..."All I want for Easter is my 2 Front Teeth!"