Confession
We all know that childbirth and parenting come with gross things. Luckily, I am extremely non-squeamish.
Poop? Fine. Really, it’s fine.
Blood? Eh.
Vomit? Not a problem.
Other weird fluids? I can handle it.
But there is one thing that grosses me out beyond belief, and I have no idea why.
Nothing gives me the heebie-jeebies more than loose teeth. I can’t handle it when little kids play with their loose teeth, making them flap all around all willy-nilly.
Yes, it grosses me out so much that I adopt sayings only used by people over the age of 75.
Hopefully Ross will be able to handle that part when this kid starts losing his/her chompers. I might pass out if I actually have to pull one out.
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Thea had loose teeth within her first week home and has been tugging at them non-stop since!
I actually just shuddered at the loose tooth thing. That one has always bothered me. Explosive poopies are not fun either, because the clean up involves the entire child.
I moved and had baby 3 two days later. You can do this. Take very deep breaths.
I feel the exact same way.
Loose Teeth. Just eat Apples. Seriously, the string to the door is just mean.
My mom, an operating room nurse, who has seen all kinds of grossness also cannot stand the sight of loose teeth. When we were kids and our teeth were loose she would send us to our grandma for assistance in pulling them out.