The First Tooth Pull
The topic of baby teeth is a touchy subject to me. Normally the topic of baby teeth brings a mixture of horrors and joy. They begin with a touch of pain and end with the same feeling. The best part could be the stories of your grandparents using whisky soaked ice cubes when the first tooth arrives. I think the best parts of baby teeth are how the leave. So here is the story of my first tooth evacuation as a child
What sort of first tooth pull would it be if I didn’t start with a story of my first experience of tying a string to my tooth and a door. I have to admit this is the most cliché way of pulling teeth and not the most effective. I remember a time or two of attempting to use this method and finding my self in a worse spot then when I started. How could this be.
Well you take the time to carefully chose the correct length of string. You get the scissors out make the excited snip. At this point it just became official. The adrenaline is running and you quickly tie it to your tooth and start jumping up and down. Then it hits you. The fear instantly strikes once you tie the other end to the door knob. Now uncertainty is hovering over you like the darkest rain cloud. The inevitable test swing happens. You grab the door and move it back and forth as if the extra swinging will make you feel more confident. Finally, your courage is built to the max and your going to do it in your mind. Then you slam the door and instinctively hop to follow it as it closes and nothing happens. When your eyes open up and you realize you flinched.
After the shock wears off, the next feeling is surprisingly a little less fear. You make sure its all tied up correctly and you try again. I remember standing still urging myself not to hop with the door and finally my courage raised up and I swung the door. Instant pain surged through my mouth and I realized the string had not only not taking my tooth with it, but shoved my tooth further forward and it started bleeding.
That was it I was done. No more strings no more doors and no more fear. At this point I went with he good old faithful. I grabbed the tooth and started rocking it back and forth until I finally was able to simply pull it strait out. Yet, somehow on my next loose tooth, the door idea came up again.