pfloose teethfp

"dear tooth fairy
the dentist took these teeth out.
i hope you like them.
they are my first.
love rhiannon."
i am phobic about the dentist. terrified. petrified. anxious. i procrastinate. i have been working very hard at overcoming my fears so that my children might not pick up the same ridiculous anxieties. i am very proud of the girls. about 6 months ago, we were all in for a cleaning, and rhiannon came running into the room where i was, shouting "i have a loose tooth!" i mumbled in response, due to the hygienists hands in my mouth: "fpyou arep ftoo wlittle for pfloose teethfp." The dentist came in and patted my shoulder. "sorry mom, she's growin up, that tooth is ready to come out soon." my baby is growing up. well, six months later, that tooth had not gotten any more loose. it did not come out by itself, nor did it's neighbor. so the adult teeth began coming in behind. i love our dentist. he even makes me feel comfortable in the chair. so when he said he wanted to give them a hand coming out, i thought- of course, and scheduled an extraction for rhiannon. for two weeks i stressed about it. rhiannon would ask questions about the procedure, and i did my best to make it sound easy. i was dying over it! i was going to put my baby through an extraction! when the day came, i hadn't slept. i was nervous. rhiannon was great. she actually seemed a bit excited. she was so brave. she didn't stress or cry or anything. i think she really didn't feel a thing. she was such a big girl about it. not a single tear. in the end, our first (and second) lost tooth memories will be a little different than most, and i doubt if i will get away with crying at the dentist again!