Tooth Fairy

My Ella had to have two of her bottom teeth pulled. Apparently she has what is called "shark teeth" (where the adult teeth grow in before the baby teeth fall out) hehehehe...every time I hear that expression I seriously laugh. She finds it funny as well so I am allowed to laugh at her teeth problems. Lord knows I will NOT be laughing later on in life when we are forking over thousands for braces and whatever else it takes for her smile to be perfect;)

Ella was so brave about the whole thing though. The dental assistant took her back alone for the procedure. I felt helpless and so sad as she walked away, and I waited in the waiting room with Madeline and Sam. We read books and magazines to make time go by (all of 20 minutes). I'm not sure, but I don't think I took a breath the whole time (riiiiggghhhhht) she was away from me. I kept thinking "what if she's scared? What if they pull the wrong teeth? What if the laughing gas knocks her out and she never wakes up?" I mean seriously...those were my thoughts. I. AM. CRAZY.  Tom will tell you that's the truth.

But in the end, Ella came out smiling with the bloody gauze hanging from her mouth. Behind her smile was the look of pride and when they brought her to me, I realized two things: 1. My baby girl is growing up and 2. I seriously need to get a grip.

Before 

After

Look at those roots! Those teeth weren't falling out anytime soon.

My awesome mama made her a tooth fairy pillow. She's the best!

Just so everyone knows, Ella told me it was the best day ever because she was spoiled with milkshakes, jello, pudding, and mashed potatoes. The tooth fairy left Ella quite a few single dollar bills folded in fun origami designs like hearts and butterflies, too. :)