Monday, January 28, 2008

The tooth is out!

At last!!! I'm sure her bottom two front teeth have been very wobbly for about 6 months, and it seems like forever I've been saying "it won't be long now till they come out". In fact, they've been there so long that her two new teeth have already come up and grown considerably. But at last, her very first baby tooth has fallen out. It caused a bit of trauma and tears at the time from the scariness of it, but after a long cuddle and some time sitting together reading stories, she seemed to be fine and happy. She gets very cross with me when I mention the tooth fairy, because she's already established that such a creature doesn't really exist (she insisted that I tell her the truth at the same time as she asked about Santa) so she knows that it's parental money that will be slipped under her pillow.

The other good news from today is that .... she will be able to go riding with Riding for the Disabled!!! The psychiatrist suggested it at the meeting we had last week, and we have spoken to the lady who runs the local group who says it is open to anybody who can benefit physically or emotionally from it, so she is happy to take her! She is very excited.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Excellent news about the riding :) D's first tooth came out barely before he was 7 having been wobbly for *ages* and with the new one growing behind it. Both his bottom ones are quite wonky although I don't know whether that is cos they came through with the old ones still there or whether they will straighten up when he has a full set of adult ones.

Anonymous said...

Excellent about riding. I helped out at one of the first riding for disabled groups in the country in the early 70s. My sister (who had Fallot's Tetralogy) went every week, and as she sometimes had fairly bad collapses, they were frightened at the thought of dealing with her themselves. Clearly a 14 year old sister was considered adequate, as we were all well versed in the use of the O2 cylinder etc that went everywhere. It made a huge difference to her quality of life, as it was such a normal thing to do, and she could do so few other things. Joyce