Savannah's No Good Very Bad Week

Have you ever had one of those weeks.  Where you start out ok, but then everything starts going downhill, and by mid-week you're just praying it can end quickly, and hopefully not too painfully?

Savannah's isn't over yet, and so far it's not painless, not will it be before it ends.

See, Monday she broke the cardinal rule of "never run inside the house".  She didn't know why we had instilled that rule, just that she had been told approximately 118 times not to.  So she did it anyway, because that's what kids do - figure out why rules were made.  After she slipped/tripped her way into our dining room and knocked her left cheek on the floor and her chin on the wall, I think she was a little more clear about why we made the rule.

She has an incredibly high pain tolerance, so when she cries like that we know she's in pain.  And she was, with a huge bruise on her cheek and a nice little cut under her chin.  The hardest part of the ordeal was keeping her from seeing the blood.  You see, for someone who is aspiring to be a veterinarian, the girl can NOT handle blood, or at least not her own.  She gets pale, sweaty and dizzy just thinking about a week old scab on a papercut.  I kid you not, she missed school last friday for that very reason...

So, after we laid her down and nearly had the guts to super glue it and tape it up ourselves, we chickened out and took her to the urgent care, because that's what we do - chicken out.  And the nice nurse at the clinic glued it up and taped it up and sent us on our way, because that's what they do, fix things fast and painlessly.

She was happily enjoying the attention her chin was getting her, feeling only a little pain, when she realized yesterday that she has two very loose teeth.  I know she'd been wanting to loose a tooth to keep up with some classmates, but her teeth weren't cooperating very quickly, until her face met the floor.  Yesterday morning she was ecstatic when she showed me her teeth.  By the time I picked her up from school she was exhibiting some trepidation with the idea of losing teeth.  But that was after working on getting them more loose all day long, because that's what you do when you have loose teeth.

Working the teeth loose included making one of them bleed a bit, so then she started freaking out because there was blood AND loose teeth in her mouth.  Then she started thinking about what would happen if the teeth actually FELL out, and what if she LOST lost them, and is the Tooth Fairy REALLY real, and HOW was she going to EAT with all the pain.  By this time I was having flash-forwards to her pre-teen years and I may or may not have shed a few tears wondering how I was going to find an agent for my little drama queen.  But then I was jerked back to reality by tears.  You see, the pain started in her head, and then by dinnertime the pain was real, I am sure.  She had made these two little loose teeth so big in her head she couldn't eat.  Shane could only shake his head and laugh internally, but I could totally relate to her.  I HATED losing my teeth.  Teeth sort of creep me out, and the whole idea of going to sleep, or eating with a loose tooth in my mouth ALWAYS freaked me out.  And then I had another realization... I had been a drama queen too, at her age.  

Because that's what we Kinghorn/Snow girls do.... Argh.

But, the night wasn't over yet.  She still had two very loose teeth, but not loose enough you can twist them all the way around, and they were undoubtedly painful, and slightly bleeding, and she didn't want them in her mouth, but she didn't want the pain of having them yanked out, nor did Shane or I have the guts to do so.  We couldn't pull the stinking teeth because that's what Grandpa's do...so I almost called the man I know who has tons of experience extracting children's teeth, not the dentist, the Grandpa, but then I looked at the clock and decided it was bedtime, this drama could TOTALLY wait until tomorrow.  (You see, she doesn't have the same phobia I did about sleeping with a loose tooth in her mouth) So after giving her strict orders to brush her teeth (except the two loose ones) we put the drama to bed, in a cute little princess bed, with princess pj's and princess sheets, because we all know she's just a drama Queen "in training".

So here we are today.  She must have slept well because there were absolutely no tears this morning, in fact there was no mention of teeth at all, because we slept in.

Hopefully she'll lose it at school so Shane and I don't have to argue over who is going to have to use the slip-knot made from dental floss sitting on my desk right now, because he doesn't want to be the bad guy, and I can't stomach pulling teeth, because remember, we're chicken parents.  But I've got Grandpa on speed dial, should the circumstance call for a superhero who doesn't seem to have issues with yanking teeth...because that's what Superhero Grandpa's do - pull teeth.