We all love, love, love corn-on-the-cob here at the ranch. (Well, we don't actually live on a ranch...just thought that sounded good....)
As we were digging into the delicious yellow stuff tonight at dinner, Shea lost a bottom tooth!
"Look, Mom! My tooth! I pulled it out! The corn. It helped."
"Oops, I dropped it..."
"Whew, found it!"
We were all rather surprised. To say the least. I mean, I knew her tooth was loose. I just didn't realize it was that loose.
This is the third tooth Shea has lost.
It is kinda bittersweet.
Let me explain:
As most of you know, Shea was born with a cleft palate and lip. And quite a cleft palate, I must say.
So far, she has had four surgeries in the almost five years she has been home with us.
We have had a lull....like no surgeries these past two years. (yay!)
Her next major surgery will probably be the bone graft one. This is where a tiny piece of bone is removed from one of her hips to be grafted into her gum line so that eventually she can have implants put in. Yeah, kinda intense.
This usually happens after the bottom four teeth have fallen out. Yep, we are on number three. Only one more tooth needs to fall out, and then I get to call her pediatric orthodontist at Children's hospital....*sigh*
To get the ball rollin'....
The surgery ball rollin'....
Shea is so excited her tooth fell out. :)
Shea also knows this is one step closer to surgery.
The surgery that is so needed.
The surgery that will help her in so many ways.
The surgery that I am so grateful she can receive.
Because, I know that they are so many kids all over the world who need this kind of surgery and will NEVER get it! *deep sigh*
So tonight, we celebrate all the good things, and all the little things, which we are blessed with!
Tonight, I celebrate!
I have a healthy, happy six year old who lives in a country where this kind of surgery happens.
Tonight, we had some really good corn-on-the-cob! Really good!
Tonight the tooth fairy comes.