A Real Tooth

So, yesterday Jeramy got his front tooth pulled. When he was a teenager he got in a fight and got punched in the mouth. Apparently, that punch has caused his tooth to die. Ever since we've been married - 14 years - he has had a recurring nightmare about that tooth falling out.

Last fall his tooth started turning kind of pink so he had it looked at, and they told him it was starting to dissolve and eventually it would just fall out. So, he decided to get an implant. He wasn't too keen on the prospect of being half way around the world on a business trip and having his front tooth fall out!

Yesterday he got it pulled, had the screw put up in the bone and had a temporary tooth put in. In three months, after the screw has had time to fuse to the bone, he will go back for the real tooth. I begged him to take a picture of him without a tooth - but he didn't think the request was remotely amusing. I think it would have made for a much better blog post.

His temporary tooth looks great, but Ella has been a little disturbed by the whole thing. After he got home and told us about it, she ran right in the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then last night for family prayer and today for the lunch prayer, she started with "Please bless that Daddy can get a real tooth...." She said his temporary "doesn't look like a fake tooth" but she said she "wants him to be able to eat apples and toast." I can see how life without apples and toast would seem traumatic to a five-year old!