After having a loose tooth for over two months, Jacey first tooth finally succumbed to it's fate the day before Easter, and boy was it traumatic! She was very apprehensive about the tooth coming out in the first place, and absolutely hates the sight of blood. We tried and tried to coax her for weeks beforehand to let us help her wiggle it to help it out, but that was a no-go. Finally, the day before Easter, Jacey ran up to me to give me a hug and hit her mouth (and tooth) on my hip, loosening the
tooth to the point where it was literally hanging by one root. She was bleeding pretty good, and hence freaking out. The darn thing
had to come out! Being an unwilling participant in this whole drama, we had to finally lay her down on the floor while Jon sat on top of her and tried to wiggle/pull out the tooth. Finally he announces "It's out! It's out!" I told Jacey to sit up and spit out the tooth, but nothing was there but a little blood. We looked around the floor to see if Jon dropped it somewhere, but it is nowhere to be found. I said, "Do you think she swallowed it?" Well, the only thing worse than the thought of blood for Jacey was the thought of swallowing her tooth, and so my quick-thinking mother-in-law hurried and grabbed a handful of change, discreetly placed it on the floor next to Jacey as we were all hunting for the lost tooth, and told Jacey that the Tooth Fairy was so anxious to get her tooth that she swooped down really fast and took it away! It worked like a charm! (Incidentally, the Tooth Fairy did visit again that night and left a whole dollar and a note for Jacey.) Perhaps the best part of this story is that right after the tooth came out, Jacey announced that it didn't hurt that bad after all and that she wouldn't be so scared the next time around. We'll see!